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welcomingdisaster · 14 days

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A Refutation of Claims Made by Professor Basil Dyer in the Minas Tirith Review

for @silmarillionepistolary | M | ao3

It has come to my attention that The Minas Tirith Review has recently published an essay by one Professor Basil Dyer detailing and reinterpreting letters exchanged between Fingon, son of Fingolfin, and Maedhros, son of Fëanor, in light of recent translations and publications of long-censored exchanges. In his composition, Dyer claims the letters show evidence of long-established homoaffective relationship between the two, beginning shortly after Fingon’s arrival and in Beleriand, and continuing until his death.

This turn in the discourse is troubling, both because of the undue and perverse attention which it may attract to this noble publication and for the aspersions which it may cast upon the already well-sullied reputation of the historiographer. Perhaps if there was any academic merit behind them such faults may be forgiven, but they consist of nothing besides applying an all-too-modern understandings of customs (and the ever-loosening morality of the age of Man!) onto the long-gone age of the Eldar.

That said, I shall begin by laying out the terms of the engagement. Let us assume, for the sake of simplicity and brevity both, that there is no doubt on the matter of authenticity of the letters exchanged between our two principal figures during the Long Peace. Even the most recently recovered—and most hotly contested—of these letters, dated F.A. 345, referred to in the previous publication by the first lines (“Concerning the matter of honey…”) and sometimes abbreviated as the “honey missive” (alternately, in particularly tasteless publications, the “honey-thigh letter”) in such discourses, shall be accepted into our metaphorical evidence box (though indeed any reader familiar with my previous publications might be predisposed to hold its veracity in some doubt). I shall also reference the K. M. Singer translation of all available letters as the most widely-accepted and aspire to make no reference to the probable inaccuracies in Singer’s understanding of Quenya terms of endearment and vocabulary regarding parts of the body.

It may be wise to note before we begin that ladies of a delicate composition and children may find frank discussions of homosexual activity unnerving and inflaming. I would urge readers to exercise caution.

And so, our terms of engagement well-laid, I shall begin by establishing the reasons any romantic or sexual entanglement between Fingon of the House of Fingolfin and Maedhros of the House of Feanor is entirely impossible, then move on to a sensible and scholarly interpretation of the letters.

First, I draw the attention of noble reader first to the matter of cousin-marriage among the Eldar. While laws prohibiting cousin-marriage may appear novel and controversial to the modern Gondorian—indeed even a generation ago such unions were common among Men—the Eldar have once again proved perceptive beyond the ancient days during which they lived, and our betters in matters of morality and purity.

I will not bore the reader with a recounting of the Fall of Gondolin, but work only to draw the reader’s attention to the doomed romantic entanglement at its center. Maeglin, the nephew of the King, coming out of savage darkness, saw Idril, the king’s daughter, and loved her. Given the depth of infatuation he purportedly developed it seems likely to the modern sociologist that for some time she encouraged this attention. Of course, as a highborn Noldo raised among a peoples of impeccable moral discretion, she had known for the beginning that such an affair could not bear any fruit. Such knowledge could not be expected from Maeglin, and many attribute his eventual decline and betrayal of the city to a broken and aching heart.

That such an understanding was so plain to her and yet not to him may seem strange. Were they not both elves, living in the first of age of Arda, and nearly of the same blood? The answer to such a query might come from the relative moral tightness of Noldor society. Recall that Maeglin was no native Gondolian, but a son of the house of Eöl, and so of mixed Sindar and Avar heritage. All recording of first-cousin marriages among Elven Kin, as few as they are, come from lowborn elves among these two tribes. Recall that neither grey-elven nor dark-elven tribes, as their names suggest, had ever journeyed to the sacred light of the Blessed Isles, nor received council from the Valar. Their traditions and customs, then, may seen as more akin to those of Men than elves, lacking the moral rigor of their light-elf counterparts.

Though I do not claim to liken homosexual acts to the sacred institution of marriage, one must admit that the act of bodily union is shared among the two, and so may be held in common as forbidden under the laws of the Noldor.

With those facts in mind we must return to the matter of Fingon of Hithlum and Maedhros of Himring, famously first-cousins through the lines of their fathers. There is no question that that both were elves full-grown upon their departure to Middle-Earth, that according to all sources Fingon was a particularly devout follower of Aran Einior, the lord of air and great judge. Though the latter acts of Maedhros indicate a rather tenuous connection to the sacred laws of his people, Fingon’s devotion did not waver in his lifetime. Raised in such a morally upright culture, neither of them likely would have been able to conceive of engaging in any unholy union. Indeed, such a thought must have been so far from their minds as to allow a certain looseness of the tongue and purity of platonic intimacy, as evidenced by some of the exchanges I address.

Next we must discuss homosexuality among the Eldar. For years the historical establishment has maintained that no homosexual activity had ever existed among elven-folk; indeed, it is an affliction that appears to trouble only the modern Man. That school of thought has been challenged recently, with very little justice. Basil Dyer and Feya Patrice, two of the most infamous names subscribing to this school of thought, point to articles of elven art which they claim contain themes of same-sex entanglements. Most notable among these are Fragment #221 by Daeron the Bard, which appears addressed to a male lover, surviving recreations of Lalwendë and a Friend in Bed by an unknown artist, and a series of oil lamps recovered from Eregion which seem to depict various sexual acts between elves. This evidence is scant, and spurious at best. More detailed refutations of the first two—clearly expressions of deep platonic affection or affectation of a different character—may be found in my earlier bodies of work, while the last is plain done in the spirit of parody.

Indeed writings by earlier historians indicate that no desire could occur between elves without procreative desire, plainly rendering same-sex unions impossible. Relationships which modern historians sometimes interpret as homosexual are indeed better described with the elven understanding of melotorni and meletheldi, translated as chosen love-brothers and love-sisters respectively. That some form of platonic physical intimacy might have existed within these bonds is inarguable, but plainly it did not rise to the unholy stirrings of the flesh.

All of the surviving letters available to us are those addressed from Maedhros to Fingon. Though these do not use the term meletorni directly, it is plain to see that many terms of brotherly affection to enter their forms of address. The opening of letter #5, addressed F. A. 302, has been much maligned, for to a modern reader it appears rather excessive in its affection. “Most beloved of cousins,” Maedhros writes, “how I miss thy kisses, and the weight of thy body atop mine, and the sweet softness of thy ear-tips beneath my mouth” —and on, in such a fashion, for a time. A modern reader may see conventions of a love-letter within these words. A historian intimately familiar with the details of the correspondence of the eldest son of Feanor would argue otherwise. Indeed, Maedhros appears often expressive of his affection.

Of his surviving letters only remains which is addressed to Maglor the Bard, the eldest of his brothers and his second in command, mailed in F. A. 456, pleads with him to “take heart, and hold close my kisses.” Similarly, journals kept by contemporaries note nothing unusual in exchanges of kisses between friends, brothers, cousins, and so forth. A later elven play following the events of the Fall of Nargothrond features a kiss between Finrod and Orodreth in parting; similarly, artistic depictions of Finwë’s death often show his son kissing his face and his lips. What may seem unthinkable to the modern Gondorian was indeed quite commonplace among the Noldor.

Which brings us to another turn of phrase in letter #5, which has gained some level of infamy among those determined to read perversion into the intimacy of their friendship. Lines 304-314 read as follows: “I have received thy handkerchief, with the sweet scent of thy sweat and thy perfume, and the imprints of thy lip-paint kisses. Know that I have sewn it now against the heart of my sleep-robes, so each night I might feel thee upon my breast, and that a hundred times now I have kissed the same cloth as thou hast.”

I would not blame the modern man whose mind conjures a young woman pressing lipstick-kissed onto a postcard for her beloved, but in cultural context the meaning of these words changes. While it may appear rather odd in our time, lip-paint was common for men and women both among the Noldor. Being, for all their nobility, at times a vain people, the Noldor historically likened physical beauty to battle-prowess. The sending of lipstick-prints can be read as a show of force and physical ability between two young men, somewhat akin to bragging. The answering kisses, then, signal not a desire for intimacy but answering show of strength and of power.

I may go on for some time to discuss each mention on kisses in the surviving letters, I would assume any discerning reader would be able to understand them by now as brotherly affection. And so, without further delay, I will move on to address the honey missive.

First, let us examine lines 2-13 of the honey missive, the most hotly debated in meaning:

“Concerning the matter of honey; while I should be glad to sample any taste of the spring of Hithlum thou shouldst be willing to share with me, we have no great need of in trade. The wiry clover and harebell of Himring make for surprisingly subtle yet fragrant honey, thick and amber-gold. But indeed so taken with thee I am that even thoughts of trade I return to thee, and of honey; how I sit and think of thee bare before me—of how I might take such sweetness and spread it upon thy handsome thighs, to work clean with my mouth. I would be much obliged if thou wert to write to me of how thou wouldst stir beneath me, and call my name—indeed nothing now could make me happier.”

In interpreting this passage, we must remember the positions of the Noldor as craftsmen and admirers of art. Despite being remembered now primarily as a warlord, Maedhros was born the son of a gem-smith and a sculptor, and was raised in a society which placed much appreciation on both masculine and feminine beauty. That in his time Fingon was considered beautiful is undoubtedly true. The rest, while resembling a sexual act to some readers, is plainly ridiculous, meant in all likelihood as a joking exaggeration. It is common among young men even in our time to joke crudely with each other; if we had Fingon’s letter of response I am certain we would see a laughing refusal.

Having examined the scope of the evidence before us, I believe any reasonable reader would be forced to yield to the rightness of my position, and to admit there is nothing at all to the claims of those like Dyer, who seek to introduce perversion into the annals of history. We must then examine the motivations behind these claims, and wonder if Dyer and his ilk might not mean to work backwards, seeking justify their modern-day inclinations by creating precedent where is none. It is said, after all, that Basil Dyer has not cohabitated with his wife since the first two weeks of their thirty-year marriage.

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zeltqz · 1 year

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Ran pickpockets you to win you over 💀 hes stupid ik

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You were cleaning tables when you had your phone in your jeans’ pocket.

Two customers remained seated inside the restaurant, finishing up their meals. Both of them looked around the same age, and if it wasn’t for the fact they were seated on different sides of the restaurant, you would’ve assumed they were friends.

They barely even touched their meal, but your job was to clean the restaurant, not to worry about the odd customers.

The next thing you know, you felt someone bump into you from behind; and you were too apologetic to even notice how your phone magically disappeared from your back pocket. The man excused all your concerns with “It’s fine, don’t worry,” sending you a smile which at the moment had you heart pulsing twice as hard.

You watch the two of them exit the store at the same time, not taking your eyes off the breathtaking gentleman from the glass windows. It wasn’t until you watched his friend snicker and you watched braidboy pull out a phone—with a case that looked exactly like yours—out from his pocket.

It took you a moment, hands ghosting around your back pocket, onto to be met with your ass instead of the hard block phone you left in there. “Those motherfuckers.” You instantly dropped the table cleaning supplies onto the floor and ran outside the restaurant to try catch up with them but it was no use when they hopped on a motorcycle and drove off before you even had the chance to chase them.

You didn’t need your phone that much, only using it for calls and texts. Not like you were addicted to it, so you weren’t that upset about it. But it was the principle of it. Stealing a phone? Lame.

You described the man to your friend when you got home that night and she said he sounds familiar, pulling out a photo of her boyfriend chilling with the same two men you saw in the restaurant. “That’s him!” You point to him at the back of the photo and have murder on your mind knowing that you finally know his name.

You could go to the police with his name, age and face; but you realised that the police are pretty much useless and won’t be able to do shit without evidence he stole your phone.

Mina was going to sleepover at hre boyfriend's house, which is why she offered you to come also, so you could meet the man and ask for your phone back.

You make eye contact with Ran from across the room, narrowing your gaze in his direction while fighting the urge to strangle him to death. The entire time your friend was introducing you to her boyfriend, your eyes were elsewhere. You weren’t normally this unattentive, but you had to figure out how to get your phone back, or if he still has it in his possession.

It had been a week since the incident, so he could’ve sold it easily by now.

“Sorry, I’ll be right back.” You stand up from the couch, heading straight for the back of the room by the kitchen. Tapping on his shoulder, he stops talking and turns his head to the side to peek at you over his shoulder.

“Yes?”

“Where is my phone?”

He laughs, the sound rich and carefree. It does something weird to your stomach because your breathing stops for a second before picking back up, but the rhythm was off. “You’re the one from the restaurant right?” His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip and you shamelessly watched the action, almost forgetting the reason why you were here.

“Uh, yeah. I am.” You snap out of that little…whatever that was. A short moment of weakness that should never be brought up again. “Where’s my phone.” You don’t state it as a question, instead more of a statement, demanding for him to hand it to you.

Reaching inside his pocket, he pulls out your phone and your heart beat slows down at the realisation that he didn’t sell it or destroy it. Just as you’re about to grab it, he dodges your hand, lifting the device above his head. The unpleasant scowl is back on your hands, not amused by his antics one bit. “Give it.”

“Answer something for me first.”

“No.”

He smiles, biting his bottom lip before nodding and you see him put the phone back in his pocket. “Oh well, then.”

“No, wait—” You sigh, annoyed at yourself for playing into his stupid antics. “What is your question?”

“What’s your name?”

He snickers when you deadpan at him, a slow rise of his brow as he coaxes you into telling him. You think of a way to remark at him sneakily without giving him your information. You don’t trust him, one bit. “Thought you would’ve known that by now, after all, you probably snooped through my phone.”

He shrugs his shoulders, but the smirk on his face has your stomach sinking the ground. He didn’t technically deny it… “Wait, did you actually snoop—”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t see your nudes.” He winks at you, slow and steady and you almost want to faint. He most definitely saw them. A boisterous laugh leaves his mouth and your face drains of colour. “I was just kidding about that whole nude shit, but holy shit, you actually have some on here?”

“No! I don’t—ugh, why am I even explaining myself to you? Give me my phone!” You try to reach inside his back pocket to grab it back but he’s quicker, taking a step back to create some distance between you two.

“Hey, hey now, just calm down. I gotta do something first.”

You roll your eyes but decide not to argue. He unlocks your phone as if it was his own and his fingers start shifting against some buttons on your tiny phone. You have zero clue what he’s doing but after a short moment, he hands it back to you. “What did you do to it?” You inspect the phone once its back in your hands, checking if everything was in place etc.

“Just added my number.” Another wink in your direction has you rolling your eyes once more.

“Yeah? What did you save it as?” You ask him, fingers scrolling to your contacts button.

“Why? Wanna know my name that badly so you can call me when u get home?”

You look up at him, wanting to wipe that stupid cocky smirk off his face. “No, actually, I just wanna know what you saved it under so I can delete it.” You could almost laugh as his smirk drops, now replaced with a straight line as he looks at you like you’ve done him dirty.

There’s a pause, the silence of the both of you staring—actually, no—glaring at each other. Your glare out of disgust and the sheer audacity of his actions and his own out of—well to be fair, you aren’t really sure why he’s staring down at you like that. After a couple more seconds, he smiles, nodding his head before backing away from where leaned against the counter.

Somebody that sounds suspiciously like Mina laughs loudly to your side as she watches Ran head towards the living room. “That was intense.”

“Yeah, whatever.” You look down at your phone in your hand with disinterest before stuffing it inside your inner coat pockets.

(You now noted to never leave personal belongings inside your back pockets).

Later that night, you were scrolling on your phone, checking to see if your boss had responded to your text message about having tomorrow off when you see a new contact in your message list online.

The contact was just saved as a heart and you immediately knew who the culprit was. Your fingers moved to delete it, but before you could, it was like you hesitated almost.

You shoved your phone across your bed, grabbing your bag seated on the arm of your chair across your room. As you dug through it, you realised something was missing.

Your fucking wallet .

“That motherfuck—” You closed your eyes, physcially trying to calm yourself down before you calmly walk over to your bed, reaching for your phone in the corner.

Fingers moving slowly as you tried to remain as calm as possible, not wanting another outburst, you clicked on his icon and began typing out a message.

As if he saw you typing, his fingers were faster, typing out a message and sent it before you even had the chance to finish your own sentence.

<3: why r u up so late?

The actual fucking audacity—

You: why do u keep stealing my shit?

<3: to get ur attention obviously

You: or maybe talk to a girl like a regular functional fucking human being instead of stealing her stuff?

<3: do u want ur wallet back or not

You: yes.

<3: come over

You: are u insane? I dont even know u, why would i come to ur house?

<3: then come to the get together tmrw, i’ll give it back

<3: wear something cute too;)

You: im blocking u until tmrw

You ignore the continuous buzzing on your phone in favour of turning your phone off. You just want to sleep and get tomorrow over it, get your wallet back and his this pickpocketing jerk out of your life.

When tomorrow comes, you make sure to have nothing else in your pockets. You’re not even bringing your house keys, not wanting to take the risk. Your best friend Mina will be at home all day so it won’t matter much.

You arrive at his house in the afternoon, around three-ish and ring on his doorbell. When nobody answers for around thirty seconds, you ring it again, and again, and again and—

He answers the door with an annoyed groan, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palms as if he’d just woken up. “Do you know what the time is?”

“Yeah? It’s 4PM.” You blink, hazy and confused as if he’s acting like you had just rang his doorbell at 4AM instead.

A shorter boy comes up from behind Ran, hitting the back of his neck to wake him fully. “Ignore my nocturnal brother, he’s weird. The earliest he wakes up is 6PM.”

You eye him, finding it almost amusing how he has to blink himself awake. “Anyway, I’m just here for my wallet.”

“Your wallet?” His brother questions, nudging his brother in the stomach hard to fully wake him up.

“Your shitty brother stole it from me.”

“‘M not shitty, shut up.” Ran rubs his forehead, stepping out of the way to allow you entry inside the house. The first thing you notice about the household is that it’s big, like the hallway leading to the living room is probably bigger than your kitchen. Then the living room is definitely the side of your bedroom if it was placed next to each other four times.

“Your wallet is in my room, c’mon.” He grabs onto your hand without thinking, and surprisingly enough, you don’t shove him off or away from you, instead just letting him lead you away into his room.

You take a seat on the bed and watch him dig through his dresser, tossing your wallet in your direction when he finds it.

“Thank you.” You stand up almost instantly, ready to head back home now that you’ve gotten what you came here for.

“W-wait wait,” he crosses the room quickly, placing his hands on your shoulders and pushing you back to sit on the bed, “don’t go yet.”

“What? I want to go home—”

“We ordered pizza, can you stay for that?”

“I can afford my own pizza, thank you.” You’re about to sit down again before he’s pushing you back on the bed. “Ran, what do you want? Let me g—”

He leans forward without thinking, not stopping till his forehead is pressed against your own. “...What are you doing?” You try to sound as stern as possible, but instead your voice comes out breathless and shaky, trying to keep yourself together.

His eyes linger along the swell of your bottom lip, flicking them up to your eyes. He can hear how your breathing stutters, how hard you’re trying to control your breathing patterns under his stare. “Can I?” He asks, pressing his fingers at your lower back a little firmer.

You honestly feel like your voice would crack if you spoke to him right now. Instead you slowly nod your head before you could even realise what you were saying yes to.

You melt against him, clinging to the front of his shirt to tug him forward, trying to feel as much of his lips as possible. His hand shifts from your lower back, cupping onto your chin to control the kiss the way he wants.

He’s shifting forward, your back hitting the mattress with a soft thud as he hovers over you, palms flat on the bed just beside your head.

“I still hate you, by the way.” You clarify despite tugging on the strings of his pyjama bottoms, eager to get them off.

“You and I both know that’s a lie.” He moans when you cup his crotch with your hands, gently running your fingers along his length.

“It’s true—” You hiss when he leans down to bite your neck, sucking a little harder when you run your hands up his back, eliciting a shiver down his spine. “I strongly dislike you.”

He hums against the skin of your neck, darting his tongue out to lick up the column of your throat, wetting your jawline on the journey up to your lips. He sucks and bites on the flesh before sliding his tongue into your mouth.

What are you doing? Your brain repeats over and over again in an attempt to get you to snap out of it and go back home. Instead, you let him run his hands down your body, stopping directly at the zipper of your jeans.

He breaks the kiss to sit up on his bed, pulling you along with him. He’s about to open his mouth to say something, but you slap a hand over it. “Stop talking, before I regret this.”

“Yes ma’am,” he mutters from beneath your hand, watching as you tug his pants down to his ankles. Your hands grab onto his face, pulling him closer to your lips in a heated kiss. “Take this off,” he whispers against your bottom lip, looking up at you hazily.

You peck him one last time before sliding back down on his lap to give yourself enough room to remove your shirt, tugging your bra off in the process.

“So fuckin’ sexy.” His thumbs graze along the underside of your breasts, holding them as if they’re delicate. His fingers slide up to your nipples, gently pressing down on them and watching your hips squirm on his lap in the process. “You’re pretty sensitive, aren’t you?”

“Well, I am a vi—shit—” Your hands fly to his head, holding it in place as he sucks a breast into his mouth. His mouth feels hot on your nipple, groaning when you tug on his hair as his tongue slides patterns along your breast.

His hands grip onto your hips to stop them from squirming, slowly bouncing you up and down on his lap just to hear more moans come out your mouth.

“You’re a what?” He moves to your mother tit, stimulating you in just the right ways, tickling his tongue against your nipple.

“I’m a virgin.” You can physically feel him freeze up underneath you, even his tongue stops. He pulls off your breast with a pop, bouncing you on his lap once more before he’s looking up at you with a raised brow.

“You serious?”

“I—uh, yeah? I’m sure?”

“Are you sure you wanna do this? I mean—”

“I’m not sure.” You slide off his lap, back onto the bed, covering your chest with the fabric of your bra, suddenly being fully aware about being exposed in front of him like this. “I just want my first time to be something special, you know? Not after I got my wallet back from the guy that stole from me.”

“How about this?” Ran is back on top of you in record time, pinning you down underneath him. He pecks your cheek, “Let me take you out on a date this weekend.” He pecks the other cheek and you close your eyes when you feel him pepper kisses all over your face.

“Let me take care of you.”

“On one condition,” he’s just about to kiss you again when you hold up a finger to his face, “you gotta stop with the whole stealing people’s wallets and phones thing.”

He drops his face down to your neck and laughs. You feel a wet, suction on your skin, blood rushing to the surface. Your hips rise up to meet his body and he grinds down to meet you halfway.

He’s making you feel so good, you’re so willing to fuck him right here and now.

But you won’t.

“I’ll stop.” He murmurs agaisnt your skin, pulling away to rest his forehead against yours. “I won’t do it anymore.”

“Why do you do it anyway? You seem rich enough,” you break eye contact and look around his bedroom, which is huge by the way.

He sighs and rolls off you, laying down next to you in the bed. You follow suit, shifting on your side to get a better look at him. “I dunno, stealing is just fun? I used to do it when I was younger, so when I’m bored I just do it.”

“You’ll stop, right?”

“If you can make me, yeah.” He leans forward, his nose brushing against yours, ready to kiss you, but kisses your palm instead as you block it.

“Promise me, Ran. I don’t want you getting arrested too.”

“That’s what you’re worried about? I’ll be fine.”

“Ran. I’ll only go out with you if you promise.”

He looks distracted, eyes wandering somewhere downwards. You look down and see he is in fact distracted, by your boobs. “Ran!” You cover yourself with the blanket, shoving it all from his end of the bed to your own.

“Okay, I promise, I’ll stop. Come here.” He gestures for you to move forward. You oblige, moving forward till your head rests on the pillow beside his head. He wraps his arms around your body, holding you close and pressing a kiss on your head. “Will you stay tonight?”

“Do you want me to?”

“...Yeah.”

“Maybe another night, I have work tonight.”

“Orrrr, you could ditch work and instead go out with me tonight. We can go anywhere.”

“Okay,” you close your eyes and lean further into the warmth emitting from his body.

#—tr </3 #ran x reader #tokrev x reader #haitani ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #tokrev #tokyorev x reader #ran haitani fluff #ran fluff #haitani ran x you #ran x you #ran haitani smut #ran smut #ran haitani imagines

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yuhzz · 1 year

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crush - m.mn x fem!reader

summary: something about mina got you trapped in the palm of her hands.

warning: fluff. curse words.

word count: 2.2k words

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you once believed that it was never too late for anything at all. you believed that chances should be taken, and risks should be ignored.

you cared less about your problems and cared more about living your life to the fullest. no one could ever hold you down back then.

you spent countless nights, sleeping with countless people.

you simply did what your heart desired - what it told you to do.

but then, it didn't take long for someone to finally tame you.

myoui mina.

she was someone you met at a random bar somewhere west of the city's heart. when you saw her, she seemed too timid. her eyes were calm, and the way she spoke was poetical. everything about her screamed elegance.

from the way she'd walk, to the way she gulped down her drink - everything.

for the first time ever in your life, your legs trembled as you were approaching a stranger. but...she's not just a stranger to you, isn't she?

your heart hammered against your chest - endlessly screaming that maybe she was the one. maybe.

"h-hi" you stuttered.

she, who was talking with her friends, turned around and gave you a look. mina raised her eyebrows but remained silent.

taking that as your signal, you asked her. "is that seat available?" you pointed over to the one next to her.

she looked at the seat beside her before meeting your eyes once again. "you may take it if you please" she said and averted her attention to her friends once again.

well, that certainly isn't the reaction you were expecting to get.

looks like she'll be a no-go tonight. maybe it's time to find someone else to spend the night with?

you sighed, slightly disappointed. "is there something you'd like to drink, miss?" the bartender turned to you.

you looked at him, "give me your hardest one, please". he nodded at you, went back to his station, and started doing his magic.

as you waited, the latter beside you couldn't help but steal glances. hm, does that mean she's somewhat interested?

"here you go" the bartender gave you the drink. you took it in your hands and stood up before paying him. he mumbled a 'thanks' and served the other customers.

another sigh escaped your lips before joining the group of people on the dance floor. you took a sip of your drink every now and then.

and it didn't take too long for the alcohol to start kicking in. your head started aching, and your legs were wobblier than before. you shook your head in hopes of trying to stay sober for just a bit.

but feeling that it wasn't helping at all, you put down your unfinished drink somewhere and decided to leave the club.

"shit" you mumbled as you walked, your body helplessly swaying side to side.

"have...to...get...home" you stuttered and slapped yourself. you continued to walk until the sudden feeling of uneasiness hit you.

you felt as if...someone was following you.

you continued walking, your pace fastening. "oh, God, not today, please. i still haven't completed my damned thesis" you cursed.

the more you walked, the more you lost control of your body, and slowly, your vision started getting blurry.

feeling your body got heavier, everything went black. your body fell to the floor.

the last thing you heard was a gasp and a soft voice telling you, "wake up!"

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"ugh" you groaned and held your throbbing head. "shit, i overdid drinking again" you grumbled and sat up on the bed.

your eyes scrunched in pain as you struggled to get over your terrible headache.

assuming that you were inside your house, and not someone else's, you stood up from the bed and went to the cabinet you presumed was full of medicines. you opened it (with your eyes still closed) and searched for an aspirin, only to be met with soft, thick, pieces of garment.

"eh?" you mumbled and slowly opened your eyes.

your eyes went wide when you saw countless pairs of... "undergarments??? since when did these get here???" you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion only to realize that the pair of pajamas you were wearing wasn't yours.

"okay, what the fuck?" you cursed and looked around the room.

"okay...where the actual fuck am i now???" you exclaimed. it wasn't really unusual for you to find yourself elsewhere other than inside your room but...you didn't sleep with someone last night, right?

just then, the door creaked open and came in her. your eyes went wide.

"y-you?!" you were shocked.

as long as you recall, she indirectly rejected you last night.

so she wouldn't ever dare to sleep with you, right? right???

"don't worry. we didn't do anything last night. it's just that i happened to walk in the same direction you were walking last night and kinda witnessed you pass out on the street" she giggled when she saw your face.

hearing what had actually occurred, you sighed in relief.

"thank you" you mumbled and gave her a smile.

she smiled back at you and was about to invite you for breakfast when she saw where your hands were.

her face went cold and when you noticed her expression, you trailed her eyes and saw that it was looking at your hands that were holding a pair of bras.

you realized why she was looking like that and immediately dropped the bra.

"holy shi- i am so sorry! it's just- it's- i- i thought that this was my house and all that..." you defended yourself.

she shifted her gaze back to you and chuckled awkwardly.

"a...alright then. b-breakfast's ready, by the way," she said and slowly walked away.

well, that was awkward as heck.

you spent a few seconds inside the room dying in embarrassment.

"oh, just swallow me whole right now" you mumbled and went out.

the headache was still there, but it's more bearable now.

you followed the welcoming smell of porridge and pancake. you eventually found yourself standing in front of the kitchen.

"come, sit" she invited you.

you followed her gesture and sat down on one of the chairs.

she put a bowl of porridge in front of you. "thanks" you said. she sat down in front of you and put down a plate of pancakes.

"porridge for you, pancakes for me," she said and started eating.

however, you found it weird how she seemed too willing to do these things for you.

you, a stranger, a person she barely knows.

"why?" you asked her. she raised an eyebrow and looked at you.

she put down her fork. "what do you mean by 'why'?" she asked you back.

"why...are you being so kind to me? i mean. all the things you're doing right now aren't something someone else would simply do for anyone, let alone a person they don't even know..." you trailed off.

she tilted her head before smiling. "first of all, you looked pitiful laying on the floor last night so i decided to help you".

"well, ouch but thank you"

"and second, i can't just ignore someone pretty, can't i?" she nonchalantly said with a bashful smile before picking up her fork and eating again.

you blushed and looked down at the porridge. unknowingly, a smile appeared in your mouth.

you took the spoon and ate a spoonful of the porridge she cooked.

but as soon as you swallowed the porridge, disgust was all over your face.

"okay, i really appreciate you cooking for me and all but this porridge...was definitely not what i expected it to taste like" you scrunched your nose.

she laughed melodiously.

"don't blame me! i just followed the instructions online!" she defended - still laughing.

"well, the instructions you followed were definitely wrong" you chuckled.

"i knew you'd say that" she giggled and sighed.

"want a pancake instead? i cooked an extra just in case" she offered.

"i'd be more than willing to accept," you said and thanked her.

she nodded and stood up from her chair. whilst she was preparing the pancake, you felt the urge to ask her for her name.

"i hope you don't mind me asking." you started.

she turned around with a plate in her hands.

"hm? sure, please do so, i don't mind at all," she said as she approached you and placed the plate down before going back to the counter to get the pancake.

"what's your name?" you asked the moment she got the pan with the pancake in it.

"i'm mina" she said without a second thought and walked towards you again.

"how about you?" she asked you back and slightly leaned in to place the pancake on your plate.

"i'm y/n" after putting the pancake on top of your plate, she leaned back and made eye contact with you.

"well, nice to meet you y/n-ssi. i hope we get along well" she put the pan down, took your hand in hers, and shook it.

the touch sent electricity down your spine and made your heart jump up and down.

after pulling away from the handshake, she went back to her seat and started eating again.

something inside you felt magnificent.

not only did she seem different the moment you met her last night, she also felt important.

and you really hope that she is.

after breakfast, you told her that you'll be leaving soon since you didn't want to disturb her any further, but she insisted that it was fine and that she actually enjoyed your company.

"no, i really have to go. i still have to do something anyway" you lied.

with a sigh, she said, "alright then,".

a few minutes later, she gave you your clothes back. you changed into them before leaving.

"thank you again, mina-ssi. i owe you one" you beamed and stepped outside the house.

"it was nothing, y/n. see you" she bid goodbye and waited for you to leave.

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"i'm home!" you exclaimed as soon as you stepped inside your house.

"oh! you're back early. usually, you'd be back late after a one-night stand with someone" lisa, your friend and housemate, greeted you.

"it was not a one-night stand actually..." you trailed off with a huge smile.

lisa raised her eyebrows suspiciously.

"eh? what's with that smile of yours???" she asked you, eager to know the meaning behind your unusual smile.

you ignored her question and went straight to your bedroom with her following you close behind.

"yah, don't ignore me!" she complained and shook your shoulders.

with the smile still not leaving your face, you said, "one is nothing without love, lisa. remember that and find yourself someone"

you left her standing in the hallway with a puzzled face before going inside your bedroom.

"God, what the hell was she talking about?" lisa scoffed and shook her head before going back to the living room.

"oh, i just hope that she's fine" she said and continued watching the series she's been watching for 2 days.

you, on the other hand, were restless. you couldn't remove mina from inside your head, and your stomach was feeling like the whole damn zoo just by the thought of her.

you were smiling uncontrollably even when you decided to change into your pjs.

but as you you were removing your clothes one by one, you felt a strange piece of paper from inside one of your pockets.

"huh?" you mumbled and pulled the paper out.

call me 010-xxxx-xxxx ;)

"holy..." you couldn't believe it.

"holy crap" you mumbled.

"call me 010-xxxx-xxxx wink" you read out loud.

"holy shit!!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, startling lisa the moment she heard your scream, making her rush to your room in such haste.

"what happened? where is the kidnapper? i'm gonna beat their shit up!" she threatened.

your wide eyes shifted from the paper to lisa.

"a-ah! no, no. i'm sorry if i startled you. don't worry, no one dared to kidnap me" you shook your hands.

"wha- why'd the hell would you scream that loud, anyway???" she sighed and walked back downstairs.

you smiled apologetically and looked back at the paper.

'what if...i call her now?' you thought and took your phone out of your pocket.

you spent quite a while thinking about it.

'would she mind? she wouldn't, right?'

you sighed and took a deep breath.

you unlocked your phone and typed in her number. you fiddled with your phone for a bit.

but eventually, you decided to press the call button.

your heart started to race again as your phone rang.

about 5 seconds have passed when suddenly, the call came through and the same voice you missed hearing spoke.

"hello?" the latter warily asked.

"a-ah! mina-ssi, this is y/n" you nervously greeted.

"oh! y/n. i thought you wouldn't call me" you smiled widely when you heard what she said.

'so does that mean, she was expecting my call?'

"why wouldn't i?" you set the paper, you were holding, aside and lay down on your bed, feeling as if you two would be talking the rest of the day.

each time she spoke, more and more butterflies flooded your stomach.

looks like someone's developed a crush, yeah?

#twice imagines #twice scenarios #twice x reader #twice #kpop x reader #kpop #mina x reader #twice mina x reader #myoui mina #blackpink #blackpink lisa #lisa manoban #lisa #mina #yuhzz

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aashwarr · 2 years

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The Curious Residence | CC-Build EA ID: aashwarr

This 20 x 15 lot is located at the Streamlet Single in Willow Creek and is now available on the gallery! Please make sure “Include Custom Content” is turned on! The original build is by smubuhcakes on the gallery!

CC List:

Apartment Therapy Pack

Arrie Office

Basic Linoleum Tiles

Bathroom Kit

Chic Bathroom Stuff Pack

Dawn Living Room

Elsie Bedroom Basics

Flood Saucer Light

House of Harlix Collections: Baysic | Kichen

Luna Bedroom

Mid-Century Abode Collection

Mina Kitchen

Picture Amoebae Flooring: Eco Lifestyle (Slatted) | Plusher Carpet

Revised BroHill Kitchen

Shower Tub Combo

Simmify Music Nook

Spring Cleaning Washer & Dryer

#aashwarr #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 build #cc build #my builds

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docholligay · 1 month

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OKAY! You asked for it ahah.

So this is, as always, a combo of what I think they actually smell like, and then I go looking for those notes, and go by vibes. I have these in mind for all my Blorbot Prime, and most second tier characters as well. I've smelled every one of the perfumes I've put on these ladies, with the exception of one, which will be pretty obvious why when I talk about it.

Minako. So I always think of her as smelling like peaches, which is rough in the perfume world, because, most perfume is made of of what's called absolutes, think of these as like, the building blocks of a perfume, and there is no such thing as a peach absolute. So, I love rose, and there is more than one rose absolute, so this is pretty easy. Peach, you mostly have to go off something that suggests peach to your nose. For a long time I had her in Bitter Peach by Tom Ford, but a couple months ago I smelled:

Oh Ma Biche by Lolita Lempicka and this is the one. It invokes the scent of a bellini, which is perfect because it pulls in that peachiness without being oversweet, because it doesn't have vanilla in the structure of it. It has that vaguely intoxicating, light quality, so it smells more of like what I think of when I think of Mina, that juicy sweetness but it's edged with something you can't quite pin down (and she likes it that way)

Michiru. I will never smell Michiru's perfume because we all know she has a house in paris mix it for her custom. This is a thing that absolutely exists, if you have a great deal of money. I put her in rose and white florals (like jasmine) with a classic and old school musk and vetiver base, maybe with a light dosing of wine lees. I think it would smell very classic or old, depending on your point of view. Don't get me wrong, I do want this perfume. There's two or three I've layered to get an IDEA of it, but I've never found one perfume I think made it up.

Rei as we all know, is in actuality too fucking cheap to buy perfume, and if she wears any at all, it's a dupe, but in my world that's not any fun, so let's pick out what she likes enough to have someone buy her. I see deep, commanding notes for her, I actually think she would wear ~Men's perfume~* some of the time especially when she was convinced she needed to be a Boardroom Broad and I don't think Rei is immune to some fucked up ideas about power and gender ANYWAY. For most times:

Ebene Fume by Tom Ford. I think this choice is a little boring (full disclosure: I own a decant of this perfume and really do love it) in that it's Tom fucking Ford and everyone has heard of it, but I think I'm going a bit xkcd comic on that one, if you know what I mean. But it's smoky and deep and powerful, it's like a men's perfume with softer edge to it. It's also a great night perfume, which is when I think she would mostly wear it, and it doesn't have any sweetness to it, really.

Haruka. Going outside the idea of Michiru having a perfume made for her, which I believe she would, let's talk about what I think she would buy for herself (and also a defense of the perfume I'm about to mention)

Dior Sauvage. This one is so common that even non-perfume people have heard of it. Do you know why? It smells good on almost fucking everyone. There's so much snooty ass disdain for this perfume in the weird world of perfume lovers, but honestly? This and Versace Eros are the two I recommend for folks wanting a masc-leaning perfume. (I also like to wear it, especially when I'm hyperfemme) It just smells good on people. It is so well crafted that it is mass appealing. Whenever we have men going, "What perfume can I buy that women love" they're so annoyed when I say "Dior Sauvage" but whenever I crack out the suit and wear this with it, a woman always asks me what my cologne** is. Haruka would smell amazing in it, and she would get compliments from women, and that would reineforce the behavior.

OKAY WELL SORRY ABOUT ALL THAT

*all perfume is gender neutral if you're not a little bitch about it. Women wearing men's perfume is not super duper uncommon, but men should really throw on a floral sometimes, but of course going toward masculinity is understandable, going toward femininity is weak blah blah blah you're all so fucking boring.

**Cologne is not just "men's perfume" it's a whole other category this post is long enough and I've spent too much time on it already and you are tired of reading it but please know this

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mina-saiyat · 10 months

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Twice Interactive Story Part 1204

Set Me Free (Mina)

The following days, you stay at Myoui's mansion, as both Mr. Myoui say want to know more about you, you just spend most of your time with them, sometime even Mrs. Myoui and Kai. However, you do not have a chance to talk with Mina alone, you could just occasionally meet her while having dinner.

You texted Jihyo and Momo in your free time, sharing your frustration, but all they could do is comforting you.

'So how do you think? Staying in Japan with Mina?' Miss Myoui asks when you are walking with her in the garden. 'What you tell me is not going to be an official answer. Papa is not here.'

"I don't know." You respond. "I can't exactly leave Korea, I still have to take care of my sister. That and I just started the construction of my new home. But I also don't want to be away from Mina." You sigh. "Decisions like these are always more troublesome when you have people you love. I don't want to risk losing Mina, but I can't abandon everything. It's a decision I still have to think about."

'You can bring your sisters with you. They are welcome. And you don't need to worry about the living problem, we can arrange a house for you easily. The only thing we are asking for is that you need to end the relationships with all other women. The press are always stalking our family, it is a shame that if the press knows Mina's fiancé is having mistresses. Society will blame Mina of not taking care of you rather than blaming you as a cheater. Do you understand?'

'I know you miss Mina, but we are not avoiding you two to meet each other. We just want you to make the decision first. We don't have much time left, the prince needs to get married soon, we need to let the royalty know Mina doesn't want to marry him, they have waited for Mina since her graduation.'

'Once you promised to move to Japan, we can get everything done. I want you to be with Mina too, after our chats these days, I know how much you love her. '

"I want to talk to Mina first. I just need a little time with her to clear my head, and then I'll make my decision." You respond. You think about what Mina's mom said for a second. "Wait, if I don't agree to stay here, then she'll marry the prince?"

‘Maybe, but most likely.’ Mrs. Myoui does not give you a direct answer. ‘I will just advice you to make the decision sooner, it is nonsense that you just being a coward and staying here forever. Mina is not here, because she is at office now, she is already starting to participate in the business, so she won’t really have much time spare for you. But we will be going to the golf course tomorrow for a meeting with our long time business partner, I think you can join us perhaps.’

‘You can have a little bit of time to spend along with Mina, but couldn’t be too long, although the prince is not coming to the golf course with us, I heard he is asking Mina out afterwards. It’s up to you though, Kai will help you for other things if you will be there tomorrow.’

You are nervous about the meeting, but you need to go for Mina, you wanna talk to her, you haven't talked to her again since the first day you arrived here. You change in more comfortable dressing and head for the golf court.

It seems whole Myoui's family is here. You try to stand closer with Mina, but Kai stands between you two, not allowing you to be too close with her.

You secretly step closer and closer towards Mina, Kai finally gives up and steps forward, covering you and Mina from others. You secretly hold her hand when no one notices. Her body jerks at the moment you touch her, she gives you a bright smile and holds back your hand.

You only release her hand when the customer comes to say hi to Mina and Kai, they bow to their grandpa's old friend, you just follow them without saying anything. You try to not being so obvious in the group that you, you are just waiting for your turn.

You try not to be obvious, but you take every opportunity to be close to Mina and hold her hand. You try to eye an opportunity to speak to Mina alone, but see just how difficult it'll be. You bide my time until you get my chance.

You cheer in your heart everytime when Mina hits the ball, you are not expecting she has some talents on golf, perhaps the education she received makes her got the skills of the aristocratic sports. You feel you still have a lots need to know of Mina.

The sun is too hot, so they call a break and moving to a little house nearby to get some rest. You get some water for Mina, but you could not find her. When you are looking around the house, Kai pats your shoulder and whispers, ‘It’s the time now, go! You don’t have much time. Go to the forest.’ You run out immediately, and see Mina is walking to the little forest in the golf course. You slowly follow her and see her stops under the tree.

You take Mina's hand and turn her around when you see the coast is clear. "Mina, I told you I didn't want any surprises before we came here. Why didn't you tell me?" You ask her, wanting to know why she kept things hidden from me.

'I don't want you to worry anything at the beginning.' Mina hugs you tightly. 'If you know from the beginning, would you still be happy when you are with me? I wanna spend all the time happily with you.'

You pat her head and kiss her forehead. 'We will figure a way out, Mina. I won't leave you alone here.'

'I love you, boss.' Mina puts her hands around your neck and kiss you. Your tongue invading her mouth easily, making her moan lightly. You break the kiss when you feel you are out of breath.

'I just can't stop thinking about you these days. It's not feeling right when there is only me in the office. Now I know why you are so happy when I enter your room everytime...'

'Can I have a selfish request? Can you stay in Japan for me? I love you.' Mina says as she leans to kiss you again.

"Mina... I love you too, but you know what the deal is. I can't just leave everything behind. The house between me and Jihyo is being built. Dahyun is all alone in your house. I want to be with you, I don't want to see you married to anyone else." You hold Mina against my chest. "Isn't there anything else we can do? Can't your parents set up a division in Korea or something?" You look to the ground. "I guess I'm being pretty selfish, aren't I?" You make Mina look at you and rub her cheeks. "I don't want to leave you alone. I don't want to see you married to some prince. But I also don't want to live in Japan. If there's anything I want, it's to be with you, Mina." You send your lips crashing into hers and stay connected until you run out of breath.

‘I am sorry, but I can’t… I can’t keep asking my family for anything.’ Mina purses her lips. ‘Originally My parents do not allow me to study in Korea, they want me to study business in Japan, so I can work in Myoui’s earlier. But I like the culture of Korea so much, so I insisted and keep asking them to let me go.’ Mina remembering her past. ‘After convinced Grandpa, they are finally willing to allow me to study abroad, but they want me to back right after my graduation.’

‘But I didn’t, I even did not study business in university, I study Dance, the thing I like instead. I only can come to Korea after begging them for many times, so I cannot act spoiled anymore, I don’t want to do anything that will hurt them anymore. It’s time for me to take my responsibility now…’ Mina caresses your cheek again.

‘I don’t know when we can meet again after today… Can you love me for the last time? I want you to remember me forever… Even when you are doing it with Jihyo or Sana…’ Mina puts your hand on her chest and pushes you toward the tree. Her lips capture your lips before you could respond. You hand slowly going down from her waist to her ass, slightly squeezing it, another hand grabbing her tits outside of her polo shirt.

"Mina, I'm not leaving you behind. I'll find a way to take you home with me." You say before you start to kiss her neck and sneak your hands under her shirt. You play with her breasts before pushing her away slightly so you can see all of her. "I love you, Mina," you say before you kiss her and hold her tightly.

Your hands keep exploring Mina's body when you are making out. Mina puts her arms on your neck, pulling you closer to her likes she wants to melt in your body. You hand move down to her fat ass, squeezing her fiercely. Mina moans as she feels the pain, but it just makes you more turned on.

'Umm...' You turn around and pin Mina on the tree before keep kissing her. Mina's legs smoothly cross on your back when her back is lying on the tree, just hugging you like a koala.

Your cock rubbing her clit when you two's body moves. You break the kiss and move down your lips. You kiss around her neck and collar, leaving hickeys at the place that her polo shirts can't hide about it.

'No...' Mina moans lightly, but she keeps pressing your head towards her neck. 'Mina, you are mine. Even if they want to divide us, I will let them know you are mine. I love you, Mina.' You slur the words when your lips still attach to Mina's skin, biting and licking it occasionally.

'I love you too.' Mina yells as she is approaching her orgasm. You can feel her skirt is already wet by her nectar. You hold your lips on her and mark another hickey until you feel her juice splashes all over her skirt.

Your thrusts speed up as you try to reach your own orgasm. Your hands dig into her soft ass when you rub her clit with your cock. "You're mine, Mina. I love you. “You moan as I splash all your cum on her skirt. You stare into Mina's eyes, as you hold her down.

You put Mina down and kiss her again. You two hep each other withdraw from the clothes. You hold her hands above her head and tell her to turn around. You get yourself closer to her, start from smelling the scent from her hair, and leave hickeys on her neck again. You all the way down to her back, her waist and her ass.

Mina can't stop moaning from the sensation that your lips tease her. You keep going down until you kneel behind her. You lightly spank her ass cheek and pull them away from each other. Mina knows what you want to do next, and her body jerks.

'No, it's so dirty... I just came... And I am too sweaty after the golf... No...'

'It's fine, Mina, I love you.' You say as you start eating her out.

'Umm... you are so bad, Oppa! Ah!' Mina starts moan again when your tongue enter her pussy.

Hearing Mina calls you Oppa for the first time makes you more excited, you increase the pace of your tongue and squeeze her ass harder. 'Didn't my Minari say she wants to have sex now?' You tease her a little bit.

'I am so sensitive now... No...' Mina's legs are shaking from the intense pleasure, feeling Mina is struggling to stand. You stop your mouth and stand up. You turn her around again and kiss her. 'Do you like how you taste like? I love it very much.'

After the kiss, you go for her tits. You lick her cleavage for a little bit before starting to suck her pink nipple, Mina releases a satisfied moan immediately. Her tits are the place that you seldom take care of her today. The itchy feel from her breast is finally satisfied. 'Ummm... I wanna give some milk to you...'

You stop suckling on her tits, playing with them as you get by Mina's ear. "Why don't I put a baby in you then?" You whisper before blowing cool air into her ear. You move one hand down to Mina's pussy playing with her lips while You wait for her answer.

Mina cums again when she hears you want to pump a baby in her. 'Ah... I wanna have a baby with you too... but I can't... Our kid will be the future Emperor... I can't do that...If other knows I must die...'

'Stop worrying about the future, I won't back home without you. And you will only say you are going to die when you cum...' You look right into her eyes and kiss her again. 'Do you wanna be a mommy? Answer me now...' You cock rubs her clits, seducing her to Answer the answer you want.

Mina is addicted in the ocean of your eye, 'Minari wants to be a mommy, for you only...' You are triggered and you just push all of your cock in her pussy. Her pussy is totally wet from the foreplay before, cummed several times already but still without a cock in her pussy makes her nearly go crazy, her walls become so hot and tight, seducing you to go deeper every time you thrust. 'Breed me... leave a baby for me before you leave...' Mina moans while you are busying on marking hickeys again, this time on her tits.

You thrust slowly, plunging your cock deep into her womb. "I told you. I'm not leaving without Mina, I'm going to put a baby in you, and we're going to be a big happy family." You say to her while you push yourself deeper. You grab Mina's ass and lift her up, dropping her down on your cock quickly. "I love you, Mina. I'm going to make sure you're bred with my baby." You start thrusting quickly and feel her walls tighten around your cock as you continue to speak about getting her pregnant. You both feel your cock start twitching inside of her, but you hold on just a little bit longer. You smash your lips against Mina's. "I love you!" You moan as you bury your cock inside her and start to flood her womb with your baby batter.

You two cum at the same time, when your cum flood her womb, her juices splashes all over your cock. Mina drops a cheerful tear when she feels your cum enter her womb, her whole body jerks and she release a long and satisfied moan. You kiss her eye and wipe away her tears, ‘I love you, Mina, I don’t want to see you cry.’

Mina’s legs still locking you from withdrawing her body, the suction from her womb also makes you want to stay inside her forever. The rhythmic squeeze from her walls is milking you constantly, forcing you to cum more in her womb, your cum keep filling her womb until it is full, you legs start to shake as you feel you are draining by her. You fall down on the grass and hold her on your body, you caress her sweaty back, trying to remember the smooth sensation that you may never feel again.

‘I wish you can hear our son calling you daddy in person, I want he to know his dad is such a good person, and how much his daddy loves his mother… Please don’t forget me… I don’t know will we see again after I moved into the palace…’ Mina leans and bites your lips, until she can taste your blood.

"I'm not leaving you alone here, Mina." You caress her back, moving from the top to the small of her back. "You're coming with me, so stop talking like we won't be together. We'll raise our baby together." You wipe away Mina's tears before kissing her again. "Mina Myoui, I love you."

You and Mina cuddle for a little longer before getting up, you two help each other dress up and tidy up. You fix Mina’s hair and wipe away the sweat on her forehead. ‘It’s time to go, we are staying here too long.’ Mina looks at her neck worriedly, ‘Even the clothes can’t hide the hickeys… They must know…’ She whispers.

‘I want them to know, everyone one of them, that you are my woman.’ You say while you plant another hickey on her neck. ‘There is nothing can separate us.’ You hold her cheeks and force her to look at you. ‘Every thing will be fine, I promise.’ You hold her hand and back to the house with her.

You see Kai is keep walking around the house impatiently, until he sees you two are coming. He runs towards you two, ‘Damn, what take you two so long. The prince has arrived long time ago… Wait, Mina?’

The hickeys on her neck and the disheveled hints Kai that what you two just did. ‘What the hack did you two done? The prince has probably known, he leaves with a hurry some moment before. You are putting yourself on fire, Mina. Do you know what you are doing?’

"We love each other. Mina and I are staying together. Isn't that right, Mina?" You say as you look over to her.

Kai sighs and guides you two back to the house, the whole house was shocked when seeing Mina, her dad stares at you and say, ‘I think we need to talk, Mr. Y/N. What you have just do to my daughter is impolite and inappropriate. We will do it when we back home tonight.’ He turns around to Mina speak some Japanese that you could not understand, Mina looks at you with a surprised face, but before she could say anything, you have been dragged out of the house.

You don’t know what happened but you could just leave at the moment. You was brought back to the mansion. You were told to stayed at the room until both Mr. Myoui are back.

You just keep walking in the room nervously, you are not sure why Mina is so surprised after hearing what his dad said. ‘The prince said he will not marry Mina, are you happy now?’ You hear Mr. Myoui says when he enters the room with his dad.

‘Really? Mina is free now?’ You now realize why Mina is so surprised.

‘There are so many ways to do it, why you are doing it at the worst way. Do you know what you have done will seriously damage Myoui’s and Mina’s image? And how dare you tarnish my daughter’s body?’

"How dare I? You're the one forcing your children to live lives they don't want. And for what? For the sake of the Myoui name. Get off your high horse. Kai wants to be a professional baseball player, and I think he can be one but no. You tell him to join the business for 'the sake of the family.' Do you think Mina wants to marry the prince? We love each other. Mina doesn't want to marry the prince, she doesn't want to join the business. She's only willing to because of you and your family. Because that's the kind of woman Mina is. She's a kind and loving woman who is willing to give up her dreams for her family. But you only seem to see her as a tool to keep the Myoui's status. Don't even try to deny it. You said the other day Mina would have a choice, but the way you're acting now shows that would've been a lie. The way Mina talked today shows it would've been a lie with the amount of times she insinuated she would have to be with the prince." You take a breath and continue. "I love Mina. I want her to be happy. We're happy together, so I did no such things as tarnish her body. I did no such thing."

‘What do you know? Don’t pretend you know a lot about us. We never wanted Mina to marry the prince since we know you are dating, we are just using it as a excuse to make you two could stay at Japan, but you have used the worst way to solve it. If we hate you, you won’t even have the chance to come to Japan if we don’t want to. At the end you are the one that Mina choose. We never give Mina the choice, we give the choice to you, to stay in Japan with Mina or back to Korea without her.’

‘Yes, we didn’t told Mina about it. What would she do if she knows it already. If you know her so well, you know what she would do.’Mr. Myoui sighs. ‘But I don’t expect she have done this. She knows the royale would not adopt a female that have relationships with other men before, so she planned today. I just never thought of you two have sex already.’

‘I am afraid that it is meaningless to say anymore, I just need you to promise, you will protect Mina for life, and if you dare to cheat on her… You will know the price of it.’ Mr. Myoui looks at the ground instead of looking at you.

"I will," You respond. "For the record, though not telling Mina did help lead to this outcome. The way Mina talked to me... she sounded ready to give up her life for the family."

'Working in Myoui's doesn't mean she need to give up her life, she can still what she wanna do when she is free, just like us, I can still be a doctor and Kai can still play baseball. It's not really busy if she stays in Japan. All she needs to do is just attend meeting with the board.'

'She will be much busier if you two work in Korea, Myoui's has not entered the Korean market. Everything needs to start from zero if we start a business there... And Mina is inexperienced, and I am not sure if she can take this responsibility. We need to explain to the board why we will give so much capital for Mina to start up the Korean Division. '

You never thought that Mina's family had already planned so far for Mina's career, but at least they have considered letting Mina back to Korea with you.

"Well, Mina wouldn't have to do it alone. I can bring along most of the people from the department I work in. Most would join us" you say. "I got promoted pretty quickly in my work so I can always help guide Mina."

‘You are not guiding Mina, you are doing it with her. From now on, you are a part of Myoui’s as you are going to be Mina’s fiancé. You should head back to Korea first, Mina will back later as soon we finish the board meeting. You are welcome to bring your whole team to Myoui’s, we will pay for everything. You can now go to find Mina, but you are not sleeping at her room. Goodnight, son.’ Mina’s dad leaves you alone in the room, you rush to Mina’s room immediately.

Mina is playing with Ray, and she can’t hide the delights in her eyes. You hug her from behind tightly, ‘We will be together forever. Mina, I am so happy.’ ‘Yes, boss. I love you, but I heard I am your boss now.’ Mina smirks.

"Yes, you are my little penguin." You kiss the back of her head. "I'll be working to get everyone at our department to join us at the new company while you stay here." You turn Mina around and kiss her. "I'm so glad we can be together."

#minasaiyatis #twice smut #mina smut #twice mina #twice imagines #female idol smut #kpop smut #girl group smut

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twice-inamillion · 10 months

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Twice’s Future?

Chapter 191

(Story building)

Big changes occurring in the twice household.

After an enjoyable dinner, Jihyo announces a family meeting later in the evening. The members gather around the living room and fight for a seat on the couch. "Come on, find somewhere to sit. Hurry, hurry!"

Momo and Chaeyoung rush to the floor, "Okay, we get it."

Jihyo starts the meeting by congratulating them on a good job well done. The members share their experiences with the comeback and provide each other with feedback. Laughs are shared as the members joke around with each other and look forward to their next tour.

"Okay, quiet down. I want to talk to you girls about something serious." The members look at Jihyo with a serious faces and wonder what she has to say. "Okay, we know the upcoming world tour is approaching, and we will be very busy. That means we are going to be abroad for long periods of time, and it's going to be difficult to take the kids with us. For the Korean and Japanese shows, I can ask my mom to watch over the kids if we need to since it's okay a few days at a time, but when it comes to the North American and part two of the Asian tour, it's going to be difficult to manage. Oppa and I talked about it and about asking…"

"Mina interrupts Jihyo before finishing her sentence and says, "I think my mom would be more than happy to watch over the kids. She always calls and asks when we will visit, so it might be nice for them to see their grandparents."

Chaeyoung raises her hand and says, "I think my mom would be willing to watch over them too. She volunteers at the local nursery school my brother, and I used to attend, so I think she might be more than happy to watch over the kids."

Jihyo has no words and begins to tear up because her members beat her to the punch. "I don't know what to say, I was hesitant to ask you all, but I'm so happy to have wonderful members."

The Mina and Chaeyoung stand up and hug Jihyo, "You know that we are all family; we need to help each other out." The rest of the members stand up and join in on the hug, with Sana and Nayeon grabbing the rest of the member's butts.

"Who's touching my butt" yells Tuzyu. The members laugh when they hear Sana giggle with her hand on Tzuyu's butt.

With everything settled down, Jihyo moves on to the next topic. "I want to congratulate Sana on her one-month pregnancy." The members clap their hands and congratulate Sana as she stands up and shows off her belly. "Sana unnie, you're belly is still flat," says Tzuyu, which makes the members laugh. "Not for long; just give it a couple of weeks, and it will start to show."

"Okay, okay, let's continue to the next topic," says Jihyo.

"With the babies growing up quickly, they will need a room they can share eventually. The mommies have a room on their own, but most of you share rooms with each other. With Sana being pregnant, she will need her own room, but we don't want to move anyone and share a room with three members. So oppa and I talked about getting a bigger house," giving you a look to continue.

"Yes, Jihyo and I mentioned that building a house from the ground up is easier than searching for a house that fits our needs. This means we can have a custom home that will meet our requirements, like individual rooms for each member and other ideas you might have. Obviously, this will require time, and we must find a suitable location to build the house. I told Jihyo that the best option would be purchasing a large plot of land and our home. What do you girls think?"

You can see the excitement in the mommies' eyes, "So that means we can have a backyard for the kids?" asks Dahyun.

"Omg, yes! Our own room!" yells Chaeyoung with enthusiasm.

"I want to have a pretty room for me and the baby," says Sana.

"That sounds like a great idea," says Nayeon, who was trying to hide her excitement.

"Okay, if everyone agrees, then I want to get an idea of your preference for what you want for the house."

"I want a big backyard for the kids and a music room!" yells Dahyun.

"I want a big kitchen and a pool," says Momo.

"A gym is a must," says Jihyo. Everyone gives Jihyo a side-eye and laughs. "What? How are we supposed to keep our figures after having babies if we don't get back into shape, which makes everyone ultimately agree.

"I want a game room for my games and build my legos," says Mina.

"I'm fine with having my own room and a house that allows for privacy," says Nayeon, to which other members agree. "Nayeon unnie is right, having privacy" is a priority, says Tzuyu.

"Ohh, what if we have a separate house for visitors like our parents," says Mina. "That's a great idea, Mina," says Jihyo.

Chaeyoung, who tries to be sneaky, says, "We should have a secret room for us, you know, like a breeding room," says under her breath. The members turn around and smack Chaeyoung until they hear their maknae say, "Then oppa can breed us all night!" with an enthusiastic voice.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. We can talk about that later," says Jihyo.

"Okay, I got a jest of what you all want. I've talked to Samantha, and she recommended someone that helped with her bathhouse. I'm going to get in touch this week with both of them and visit a couple of locations. If everything works out, we might be able to enjoy our house real soon."

Mina says, "We trust you, Oppa. Let us know if you need anything from us, either money or support."

"Same! If you need money, I can ask my mom to wire some from my offshore accounts," says Tzuyu.

"Wow, Tzuyu, you must have a lot of money."

"Haha, it's part of my inheritance from my parents. If Oppa needs it, then my money is his money."

"It's okay; I have some saved up, but I'll ask if anyone is willing to cooperate once everything is set," you say.

The meeting ends on a positive note, and the members play games in the living room as you head back to your room. With your computer and notes, you write down potential locations for your future house.

———-

You have been visiting multiple locations the past few days with your agent and Samantha. Every time you visit a location, you FaceTime Jihyo to get her perspective, but every time she rejects it. Either its too small, she doesn't like the environment, or she can't see herself living in that area. The three of you try your best to fulfill your requirements, but at this point, you might as well stay where you are currently at.

But today is a new day, and your agent, Minji, has sent you an address of a plot of land that she believes meets all of your requirements and has some unique features. The three of you drive early in the morning to take a look, and when you arrive, you automatically think, "We found it."

You pull out your phone and immediately call Jihyo, "Good Morning, babe; sorry to wake you up this early, but I think we found it."

"Are you for real?"

"Yeah, just got here less than 30 minutes ago, but from what I can see, it's our future home."

"I'm so happy. Send me some pictures or FaceTime me right now." You do a walkthrough of the property, but watching it from your phone versus being there in person is a completely different experience. "Minji said that she can take a couple of videos on her drone and send it to you later today."

"That sounds great."

"Jihyo, you should come and see it in person; I think you'll love it."

#twice #twice fluff #kpop fluff #male reader #kpop x reader #TM smut

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wonder-queen-123 · 6 months

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You and Shoji have known each other since you were in UA, although you were in different classes. Shoji was in the hero course, and in Aizawa’s class, while you were in the support course with Mei Hatsume and Power Loader.

Shoji stopped by the support course classroom a handful of times with the excuse that he needed his mask repaired, but most of the time you could tell he was lying. “Shoji, I’ve already fixed it for you again last Wednesday. How did you manage to tear it again that quickly?” You responded jokingly.

“Well you know how hero training can be. Especially with Bakugo and Kirishima’s quirks. Not to mention Mina, Midoriya, Yaoyorozu-“ you cut him off, and shook your head.

“I get it. A lot can happen during hero training, but at this point I already know that you’re just using that as an excuse. You’re only saying your mask ripped again so you can just come back and talk to me. Aren’t you?”

With his mask covering his face, it was hard to tell, but you knew he was blushing.

Once the two of you graduated from UA, you saw less and less of each other, but tried to stay in contact as much as possible.

By the time you were in your early twenties, you were already a store owner, and had so many different things hanging up.

With your quirk, you had made countless blankets, quilts, clothes, and machines that filled your store. However, you never could’ve expected who would walk into your store, and would end up becoming your most frequent customer.

It was the middle of the afternoon, and you were in the back working and listening to your favorite song, Home by Edith Whiskers.

“Man, oh, man, you're my best friend, I scream it to the nothingness

There ain't nothing that I need

Well, hot and heavy pumpkin pie, chocolate candy, Jesus Christ

Ain't nothing please me more than you.”

You sang by quietly, no louder than a soft whisper.

“Oh, home, let me come home

Home is wherever I'm with you

Oh, home, let me come home

Home is wherever I'm with you.”

As you continued singing quietly, you didn’t hear the bell above the front door ring, so you didn’t know you had a customer. “Babe, you here?” Shoji called out, looking around all the different items you had laying around.

Since Shoji was a frequent customer, and your best friend, he was the only one allowed to go to the back room without you tagging along. Once he saw you, he noticed you were working on another quilt, and had your earbuds in, as well as quietly singing to yourself.

He smiled softly, and tapped you on the shoulder, now getting your attention. You turned around, and immediately stood up, and hugged him. “Hey! Long time no see, Octo-guy!!” You teased, as you playfully punched him in the arm.

“How’s my favorite customer been since last time I saw you?” He picked you up, and carried you to the main area of the store, and pointed to one of the quilts that were hanging up. “How much?” He asked, as he kissed your forehead before setting you down.

For my favorite, and most frequent customer, let me think.” You started getting your ladder to reach the quilt. “I would say about ¥100, but…it’s on the house. But, there is one thing you could pay me…if not the yen.” You said, coming down from the ladder, and winking at him.

His smile grew wider, once again he scooped you up in his arms, and this time brought you to the back room. He closed the door behind him, and set you on a table. He then took the quilt from your hands, and put it to the side.

As the two of you were having your moment, neither of you realized that someone had walked in the store.

After about 10-ish minutes or so, you finally heard the bell at your desk ring, indicating that you had a customer. You tried to push Shoji off of you, but he was too preoccupied to notice anything.

Without thinking, you yelled “customer! I have a customer, Mezo!” He suddenly stopped, and quickly got off of you, and helped you up. He then looked away apologetically, and mumbled a soft “sorry, babe.”

With his head hanging low, he walked over to the quilt, and started making his way towards the door. “You quickly ran to the door, and stopped Shoji from opening it. “I’m sorry, Tentacole! Please forgive me!” You said quickly, bowing apologetically.

Shoji looked up at you, and put his hand on your head. “No,” he began softly, lifting your head up. “I’m sorry. I should’ve realized what I was doing, as well as that you’re still at work. Forgive me, Princess.”

You froze at the rarely used name, and stated at him. Tears were stinging your eyes, but you didn’t care. You grabbed his hand, and walked out of the back room, and went to the main lobby.

The customer looked at the two of you in confusion, but quickly brushed it off as you asked them what you could help them with. “I’m here to pick up my quilt…that I ordered the week before last.”

“Tentacole, and Ms. Wilson, please follow me.” You said, as you led both of them to a corner next to the back room. “Tentacole, do you think you could reach up there for me, and get the quilt that’s got the mandala design on it?”

After Shoji got the quilt down, you had forgotten just how big and heavy you had made it, but with Shoji and yourself lifting it together, you could’ve sworn it felt like you were lifting a feather at that point.

“Thanks for the help, Octo-guy. I owe you one. And Ms. Wilson, if there’s anything else I can make for you, please let me know. Have a nice day, Ms. Wilson, and I’ll see you next time!” You said, as you waved goodbye to Ms. Wilson.

#anime x reader #bnha #mezo shoji #shoji x reader #fanfic #x reader #pro hero au #pro hero Shoji #tentacle hero: Tentacole x reader

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sweetnsour1 · 2 years

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Katsuki has a dog.

Riot is a mostly pit bull mutt. She was a rescue from a patrol two years ago. Kirishima wanted her, but ended up being allergic. Begged Bakugou to take her. (Bakugou was already planning on stealing her from shitty hair anyway.)

All of her uncles spoil her. She has collars at their houses in their hero colors with custom tags with their info on it for when they pet sit. They make sure to put her own black collar and skull tag back on when Bakugou picks her up because “She’s not your fuckin’ dog, idiot.”

Izuku let’s her bully him. Shoto gives her too many treats. Kirishima constantly has toys and beds shipped to Bakugou’s house. Kaminari is afraid of her, but still tries. Sero got in trouble for using his tape as a leash once. He lost walking privileges.

Bonus: Mina is not allowed to pet sit. She was banned after trying to make Riot a secret influencer account, but it blew up overnight. Katsuki was livid at the sight of his dog in clothes. The fact that there was so much pink and ruffles involved only made it worse. “She’d never pick that shit out! That’s your shitty style!!!” Izuku, Shoto, and Kirishima(in a face mask) showed up at Mina’s apartment after getting frantic angry calls to “save my fuckin’ dog”.

Bonus 2: Katsuki doesn’t take off the small black bow you add to her collar. When it falls off months later, a new one is on her within 24 hrs. You weren’t the one who replaced it.

Riot’s first appearance on the Masterlist

#Bakugou #bakugou imagines #bakugou drabbles #katsuki bakugou #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha headcannons

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resinfish · 11 months

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Louisville Doll Theft Update

So I posted a couple weeks back about my friend whose landlord stole his doll collection, and I have good news and bad news.

The good news is we were able to track down one of the trucks. The bad news is that it belonged to a charity donation pickup that just ended up with their clothes and furniture after everything else had been taken by the "cleaners."

After calling all the cleaners and junk haulers in the area, we've narrowed it down to two, the first admitted to working with Barrett Goff/Allodium in the past but acted a little squirrely when I mentioned stolen property and said they hadn't been on that side of town that week, but the guy was otherwise sweet and cooperative, and said company policy is to donate anything not broken. The second admitted they let their employees just grab and take whatever, then got an attitude and said they "couldn't confirm or deny involvement," and told us to come back with a warrant. They're the only ones out of the internet's entire trove of KY Louisville area junk haulers that refused to give answers, which is pretty sus.

(Who, in the course of a normal conversation, says stuff like "can neither confirm nor deny involvement"? Not sure if these guys are guilty or just extra...)

Anyway, with nothing turning up on online resale platforms, the next stop is flea markets. As they're working extra gigs to save for a new place (and a lawyer), I'm hoping to save them a PI fee by organizing a sweep with people in the area, to run through local flea markets and see if anyone's trying to sell a massive doll collection. They already can't afford HRT anymore, if they have to pay a pi and a lawyer, getting justice will get prohibitively expensive both financially and personally

If you are local to the Louisville KY area, even if you're not in the hobby, please dm me and I'll go over the ones we haven't eliminated by phone yet. They've been advised to get a private investigator, but they really don't have that kind of money lying around after being robbed and left homeless. If I can get enough Baker Street Irregulars together to help, we can let them use their savings for a lawyer.

Again, the collection is made up of mostly Ringdoll, DIM, ResinSoul/Bobobie, and some Soom. Also among the more distinctive dolls we're trying to recover are Custom House Saint Mina and LE Sad Mina, an Island Doll Shukaku ver. 2 fullset, and a secondhand Volks free choice girl with goth vampire faceup and antique-looking dress.

If anyone knows attorneys who take cases for cheap or pro bono, please contact me so I can refer them. They've applied to the ACLU, but with the organization's workload these days, it's kind of a crapshoot.

If you can't volunteer and want to help, you can donate at:

Cashapp: $hyperionasshole and his new PP @memeharrington

Because posts with images get more traffic, here is me and my friend on my annual bluebonnet day, and our dolls (the blondes--RS Dai and 1st gen BBB Apollo--are his, and probably still wearing these outfits):

#bjd #abjd #ball jointed doll #help #ball-jointed doll #bjd help #stolen bjd #resinsoul #bobobie #discrimination #hate crime #louisville ky #bjd help wanted #doll theft #ringdoll #custom house #saint mina

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myrunawaysweets · 1 year

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♡TEDDY BEAR♡

I looked up at the tv, a commercial broadcasting across the country about building yourself a walking, talking, teddy bear! Of course with different models. Their supposed to be life sized, as you make your order on the website, your able to set customized designs. Of course these aren't actually teddy bears, but they're like humanoid robots, their structure and features supposed to resemble a humans exactly, not a flaw, all for comfort, they adore you, and would basically do anything for you.

"Get your own teddy bear and build a friend for yourself today! Hop on down to our website listed here! And if your not satisfied, send em back in in the first 30 days and you get a full refund!"

Everyone from my highschool had grown apart, some started working for hero companies, some traveled to different countries, and a few of us got married. All of us had our own lives, but me being quirkless, and a bad breakup with a certain duel quirked hero, had been cooped up in my apartment for almost a month.

I have no friends so I dont have a certain reason to go out, I work at home too, so I only leave the house for groceries and supplies.

'Hey, (y/n), I'm sending you a special package, think of it as a gift, considering I'm in America, as an apology' I questioned Mina's message, but I soon succumbed to sleep on my desk in no time.

"DELIVERY"

I jumped in my chair as pain flooded my back, neck and face.

"Oh jeez... I'm only 26..."

Walking over to the door i look through the peep hole to see a girl in a delivery outfit.

""Hello! I'm here to drop off a package to ms. 'Y/n) (l/n)" she smiled, her sharp white canines almost seemed scary if it weren't for her relaxed yet energetic demeanor.

"Thats me..."

I signed the papers as the girl before me made small talk.

"I heard these are quite popular, I hope to get one someday, but thats not going to be anytime soon, if we meet again, tell me how it is! Bye!" She slowly placed the box in my livingroom and walked outside, closing the door behind her with a mischievous smile.

I looked back at the giant rectangular box, a light grunt coming from it before it fell over.

"MINA?!" I opened the box and was met with a blonde boy with crimson eyes sitting crossed-legged and covered in clothes "Are-are you okay?"

Without a word he held out his hand. Confused, I took it and was pulled into the box.

"Hey..." his voice was gruff as he hugged me tightly, sending butterflies throughout my stomache.

"I...I... do I know you?" I pulled away.

In reply he gave me a questioned yet hurt look.

"One sec, let me call Mina"

I stood up smiling awkwardly, walking towards the hallway dialing Mina's number.

"Hey (y/n)!" Her chirpy voice through the phone.

"who the hell is this guy?!"

"Do you like him?? I ordered him specifically for you! His name is Katsuki bakugou!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ORDERED-... oh my gosh, is he a-"

"Teddy bear!"

"WHAT?!"

"Well ever since you and shoto broke up, I've been really worried about you, you never really leave your house, so I'm hoping Bakugou can help you get better, make you happy since I can't be there physically for you"

"Thanks Mina... it means a lot... your the best"

"Yeah I am! Also, take good care of him! I paid extra money for him to be the way how he is! See ya love ya" she didn't even let me reply before she hung up... well thats Mina for you.

"Is everything okay?" I snapped my head to the side to see katsuki leaning against the wall.

"Yeah... so... let's get your stuff unpacked!"

We were both finishing folding all his clothes up on the couch, it was around 12 now, its the weekend so I don't really have any work to do, since I never had anything to do since me and my ex broke up... I've just focused on working.

"Hey, im done getting dressed" warm hands slithered gently on the skin of my stomache as he hugged me from behind, resting his head on my shoulder.

"Hey" I hummed quietly, still getting used to receiving affection frequently every now and then, it didn't feel bad, it was actually quite comforting "so, I dont have anywhere for you to put your stuff, but we'll work that out, but I'm not too sure on where you'll be sleeping considering my place isn't big"

"Won't I be sleeping with you??" I turned around, my gaze immediately fixating on his crimson eyes.

"With me?"

"Well I am your teddy bear" his body language was that of a pouting child, but his figure was not childlike at all.

"I-I guess so?? Okay then.. first off, lets get some lunch"

I got up to go to the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" I turned around to see katsuki already at the door.

"I was going to get started on the Ramen..."

"Lets go out, this place is stuffy as hell..."

I kinda got used to this so it didn't really bother me, I never thought it would make anyone else uncomfortable though.

"Okay, lets go" I had quickly grabbed my shoes, keys and was about to grab my wallet but my hand was slapped away.

"I'll pay"

"But you dont-!"

"Mina gave me some money to treat you" he lifted his hand to reveal a thick wad of cash.

My jaw dropped at the sight.

"Now let's go" he grinned, grabbing my hand and pulling me outside.

The walk was quiet, but awkward, did he feel awkward? He didn't let go of my hand while we walked the streets, or seemed bothered at all.

I opened my mouth to break the silence but was interrupted.

"Pro hero Shoto has saved the day once again! With his duel quirks, he's prepared for anything!" I looked ahead and was greeted with the one person I wanted to see the least.

"You know him?" I looked up at katsukis words.

"Yeah... he's my ex boyfriend... we used to date, up until a rumor started circulating around saying him and another pro were a thing, and then he left me for her" I smiled lightly at the ground, a bitter taste in my mouth as I remembered the events.

"Tch, he looks like he's full of it" I stiffled a laugh as katsuki mocked my ex.

》3rd pov《

Katsuki noticed how your mood improved when he made a remark about the pro.

"That half and half bastard must have his head too far up his ass to ditch you" he smirked, looking at your face through the corner of his eye to watch your reaction.

Your smile was beautiful, like dazzling diamonds. Your laugh like the best masterpiece of music made by the gods. He wanted more.

"He must be messed up in the head or something" you laughter only fueled his behavior.

"Who must be messed up in the head?" Your giggles stopped when you two realized who spoke in front of you.

A tall man with white hair on one side of his head which opposed the red half, stood in front of the two.

"Sho- todoroki! We were just-"

"We were talking about you, dickwad" katsuki cut you off and glared at the guy.

You could feel a drop of sweat make itself down the side of your face as you felt the awkward tension rise.

Todoroki turned to you "Who is he?"

"He's... my... " you looked at katsuki and panicked "my boyfriend!"

Todoroki looked somewhat shocked, as did katsuki who quickly shrugged it off and played along.

"Your... boyfriend?" Todoroki couldn't grasp the situation properly.

"Yeah, whats it to you" katsuki slung his arm over your shoulder as your face heated up.

"I just... nothing... " Todoroki turned to you "I'd like to have a talk with you, privately"

You gave him a confused look "I'm not going anywhere with you, there's nothing to talk about between us" you grabbed katsuki's hand and started walking away.

Todoroki watched as you and the blonde walked away down the sidewalk, unable to tear his eyes off "there is a lot to talk about between us" he mumbled before turning his attention back at the paparazzi that had surrounded the 3.

"I swear, if he wasn't a pro, I would've punched him right then and there! Like- who does he think he is to just ask to 'talk'?! HE'S the one who broke up with ME" you were still pulling katsuki along by the hand as you ranted to no one in particular.

Katsuki stopped you and pulled you into a hug, gently combing his fingers through your hair "calm down, your blood pressure is rising, stress isn't good for the body or the mind, relax"

You were so angry you didn't even realize you were practically running, face red and hands balled in fists.

You took a moment to breathe, relaxing at the scent of burnt caramel "thanks" you looked up at katsuki and smiled.

"Thats... what I'm for" he replied, but it sounded more like a question.

"Come on! I know this great place!" You grabbed his hand again and walked down the streets to get something to eat, and a few groceries that weren't Ramen noodles.

You and katsuki had a lot of fun, the day went by fast and next thing you know, its time for bed.

"When are you coming to bed?" Katsuki huffed.

You were slouched at your computer, back towards him as you worked on a work assignment "I still have to finish a few more pages before Wednesday, I'll should be there in about an hour or so" you mumbled.

"Its already 12:40!" Katsuki pretty much screeched.

"Only 12:40? Wow, thats the first" you looked at the time and mumbled again.

Katsuki walked up to you, saved the papers and turned the computer off before picking you up bridal style, carrying you to the bedroom, plopping you down, before tucking you in.

"My work!" You thought of wiggling out, but the blankets were warm, and the air was cold, all the days you haven't had proper sleep, all the fatigue started catching up to you, and next thing you know, your passed out.

Your snores were heard beside katsuki in seconds.

"Boyfriend, huh?" He questioned, looking down at you, gently caressing your cheek "if thats what you want, then i have no objections"

》time skip a few months later《

"(Y/n)! Dinner is ready!" Katsuki called from the kitchen in his pink bunny apron.

You two have gotten a lot closer since then, he does the house work, and you earn the money, it really did feel like you two were a couple, but that had gone unspoken about since the incident with Todoroki.

You snuck up from behind him and hugged him, nuzzling your face into his back making him go stiff as he held back a laugh.

"What did you make?" You were getting ready for a business trip to hosu city, your coworkers voted you to go for it since they were all antisocial and you actually had someone to go with. You were exhausted, but the bags were packed.

"I made miso soup with yakimeshi and yakitori"

You looked down at the foods. Katsuki had always been great at cooking, you weren't sure how he knew or where he learned it from but you didn't mind it at all.

You set up the table and you both began to eat.

He always looked calm and peaceful as he ate, thank goodness the teddy bears run off of food instead of gas or something, otherwise you'd probably be broke.

Your eating was disrupted as a knock sounded from the door. Katsuki began to stand up but you waved him off as you were closer to the door anyways.

"Hello-" you were met with a pair of blue and grey heterochromic eyes.

"You haven't been replying to my text messages so I thought I'd finally come check if you still lived here" his words were a bit slurred as his cheeks were dusted pink. His suit was wrinkled and he wreaked of alcohol "I really missed you, (y/n)" he stumbled inside and draped his self on you, making you yelp at the sudden weight on you as he tried to kiss you.

"I blocked you months ago" you pushed his face away, but his hold on your waist didn't waver.

"(Y/n)? Is something wrong?" Katsuki walked in and froze in the hallway.

Todoroki glared at the blonde as he held you close "hes still here?"

"Well he IS my boyfriend!" You tried wiggling out as the two continued to glare at eachother.

"Get. Your. Hands. Off. Her. NOW" katsuki was pissed, and that was an understatement.

Katsuki walked towards you and tried to pry the duel quirked hero off of you.

"Let go! She loves me! We were just on a rough patch!" Todoroki growled, his grip tightening on you as his quirks started activating slowly, one arm starting to get lightly coated with ice while the other started heating up.

"Like hell you were! She was broken hearted! You left her, for some dumb bitch!" Katsuki growled, his hands creating little sparks from his mimic quirk.

You screamed as todoroki's quirk finally let loose, burning one arm and freezing the other.

Todoroki let go in a flash, pain evident in his eyes as katsuki caught you, your legs giving out as you sobbed in pain.

Katsuki cooed comforting words, his hands hovering over you, not wanting to put you in more pain. He looked up at the guy who caused this and growled "get the fuck out of our house" before pushing him out and locking the door.

Katsuki quickly started tending to your burns, one frost and one just a plain fire burn. Eventually you fell asleep after the pain subsided.

The next day katsuki tried talking you out of going to hosu with your fresh marks, but all you did was get your boss to postpone it, just until your arm was able to move more, knowing none of your coworkers would do anything.

"You need to rest" katsuki insisted, gently nudging you into the bedroom.

"I'm just getting a glass of water" you giggled.

"I could've gotten it for you" katsuki gently pushed you aside to fill the glass.

"Its been 3 days, come on" you laughed.

"3 days isn't enough, an average human takes weeks to recover properly from something like that"

You watched as katsuki worked lately "katsuki, thank you for taking care of me, I never knew how much I needed you"

As soon as you finished your sentence, katsuki stopped his movements.

"Us teddy bears, can develope different characteristics, and emotions, just like a human, to better understand the human population... we... I am always at your command no matter what" he looked at you, now fully faced towards you "I... am yours... yours alone"

What did he mean by this?

"I'm sorry to say this to you, but you can send me back to the company and scrap me, get replaced by a different one, but I love you, (y/n)"

You stood still.

"Like in the way, that you once loved that half and half bastard" he mumbled, handing you the glass.

"I don't know how to respond to this katsuki..."

"Then don't, im at ease now that you know, just being able to be beside you is enough" he cupped the side of your face "but I am just a robot after all in the end"

That night you couldn't sleep.

What did you feel towards katsuki? Lately you two had been living like a couple, every moment was blissful, almost like a dream.

Next thing you know, weeks had passed and you were on your way to hosu, the train had stopped at around 7pm, the meeting was tomorrow.

Katsuki never brought the topic up, or bugged for an answer... its like it never happened.

"I'm pretty sure the hotel is this way" you sighed, tired of walking already.

Katsuki was carrying both of the bags as you navigated through the empty streets.

"(Y/n)" you turned your head to see a figure approaching.

"What do you want, motherfucker" katsuki growled, his crimson eyes seemingly glowing.

When the man finally stepped into the street light, you recognized his heterochromic eyes immediately.

"Quiet, Dog" Todoroki snapped "the adults are talking"

"Dont you talk to katsuki like that!" You snapped, stepping in front of him, protectively.

"(Y/n), kitten, how much longer are we gonna fight? Its tearing me apart" Todoroki ignored your statement and started walking towards you, pain very evident in his eyes "cant you see how much you need me?"

"I don't need you, and I dont care what this is doing to you" you grimaced in disgust.

"Its because of him, isn't it?" Todoroki focused his eyes at katsuki who now had the bags on the ground "what do you think the media will think of you dating a villain?"

Your mind was struck with confusion. Just what was he getting at?

"What do you mean, asshole?" Katsuki now stood beside you.

"Pro hero Shoto, takes down villain and his lover, who was deceived so hurtfully" shoto got his stance ready "officer I just happened to be in the neighborhood when I seen this suspect of a recent murder walking down the street with this nice lady, and when I walked up to confront him, he attacked, inevitably leading to this poor souls death"

"Leave us alone Todoroki!" You almost cried from fear "this is illegal, I'll tell the police!"

"Darling, you forget about Stockholm syndrom"

"Get over here you bastard!" Katsuki barked, throwing his first punch at the pro.

Todoroki dodged, grabbing his wrist and burning it.

By the time the smoke had cleared, shoto had seen katsuki's circuits exposed, smoking ever so slightly.

"Your a-"

"A robot, yeah, I know, but at least I'm able to notice her worth before anything else, you scum" katsuki snarled, a smile on his face.

Todoroki sent a streak of ice aiming at the blonde.

"Shut your mouth!" He yelled, "you have no idea what your talking about!"

Katsuki barely managed to dodge the attack.

"Your just programed to love her!" Todoroki smiled crazily.

"No" katsuki stood up, the skin around his eye was ripped off as sparks flew off of him "I was programed to take care of her needs. Feed her. Keep her healthy. But I was never programed to love her... not like I do now"

"Your such a load of bullshit" Todoroki growled "Just come here (y/n)!" Todoroki reached for you.

Next thing you know he goes flying to the side by a blast.

You look where it came from and seen Katsuki with his hand outstretched, with his other hand in a circle.

"Protocol AP shot... leave. or i will call the police" Katsuki's voice never sounded more powerful.

"You think they'll listen to a robot? I'm a human, nonetheless the number 2 hero-"

"I have footage that is already downloaded onto the motherboard of you threatening to kill, someone who you thought was a human, without hesitation"

Todoroki glared at the busted open robot before fleeing the scene.

Katsuki smirked before falling to his knees.

"System failure. leakage of fluid and damaged parts are detected" Katsuki's voice sounded robotic as he spoke.

"Katsuki!" You ran to his side, getting onto your knees to examine what was wrong and how you could fix it "why would you do that?!"

Tears blurred your vision.

"You know why, (y/n)" he cupped your cheek, forcing you to look into his eyes.

His usually warm hands were now very cold and metallic against your skin.

"You... love me?" You managed to whisper.

He nodded "I'm sorry, but now you're sure to get a free replacement or something, or even money back"

You sobbed into his neck "dont go... please, your all i have"

"I'm sorry (y/n)-n)... but m-my body-y-y-y is t-too damaged" his voice malfunctioned.

"I cant say goodbye" you looked into his eyes, his face cold in your hands.

"You dont have to... I'm already-y gone" he smiled before his face fell limp and his red eyes turned grey.

You screamed in sadness, not knowing who to call.

》time skip, its now Christmas《

"Merry Christmas (y/n)!" Mina yelled, walking through the doorway of your house.

As soon as Mina opened her eyes she was met with a dark room, save for the computer screen. Clothes were piled on the floor, Ramen noodle cups were in heaps in your small waste bin.

"This place is a mess!" Mina sighed. Walking over to you.

"Its not that bad" you sighed, bags under your eyes.

"I know you've been very distraught since katsuki..." her voice trailed off before continuing "but you need to take better care of yourself!"

You looked up at the pink girl, tears in your eyes at the mention of his name "Whats the point?"

Mina sighed, placing a bag in the corner of your room before walking towards the door "I'll be back in a few days, I have patrol tonight, see you" Mina smiled before walking out the door.

You were alone again... no Mina... no katsuki... just you and and empty bed...

Why would this happen? He meant everything to you...

The sounds of knocking on your door brought you attention away from the blonde man.

"Delivery!" A familiar voice sounded from the front door.

"Coming..." you dragged your feet on the floor, cracking the door open.

"Delivery to (y/n) (l/n)" she handed you a small box.

You signed the papers and brang the box inside, placing it onto the table.

You started crying... she was the one who brang katsuki...

"(Y/n)! I placed your Christmas gift under the tree, I gotta go, a villain was spotted near xxxx, love ya!"

You opened your eyes after you heard the front door close.

Whats the point of Christmas? No ones here, no decorations accept the tree in the corner of your livingroom.

Under the tree were several gifts. Dozens of small ones, and a couple of big ones.

"Lets start with this one" you opened the box that was pretty small. Opening it to see a note and a ruby necklace.

'Dear (y/n), merry Christmas, I'm very happy that you accepted me as your teddy bear. Every day, you made life seem so amazing and I'm glad I can experience it with you.

-Katsuki

You put it on, smiled at it before continuing with the presents. Each gift from katsuki, making you smile, some were cute, some were edgy, and some were funny... he really knew you.

Time for the last one, it was the biggest but it wasn't nearly as tall as the tree.

You didn't need to check the tag to know it was from katsuki.

"What did you get me thats this big, you dummy?" You mumbled, slightly excited.

You opened the box.

You were barely able to comprehend anything.

There sitting on his knees, was katsuki bakugou, his eyes closed and posture straight.

"Katsuki?" Your voice came out as a whisper, tears stinging your eyes.

As soon as he heard your voice, he opened his eyes to see you.

"(Y/n)-"

Before he could finish the first word of his sentence, you tackled him with a hug, tears streaming down your face.

"I Love you too!"

He smiled, hugging you back ever so tightly "thank you".

#bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #mha fanfiction #au #angst??#romance #my hero academia #mha bakugo katsuki #mha

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And There Make a Garden

Éowyn | G | ~800 words | @tolkiengenweek Day 4: Solo & Work and Craft | AO3

Éowyn walked through the rows of the garden that sprawled beyond the house, her hand laid over the swell of her stomach. It was high summer, and the garden grew in wild abandon, hardly distinguishable from the fragrant wilderness that rippled and tumbled over the hills of Emyn Arnen. But Éowyn knew every plant in her garden, for each was dear to her and held memories of the person she connected it to.

Her garden had grown larger than she had ever thought it would, stretching behind the veranda of the low stone house for many yards, but it was just the right size for her to complete her morning walk without feeling too winded. Ioreth had insisted on Éowyn’s last visit to the city that it was important she walk daily—both for her health and her child’s—even in these late days of her pregnancy, when she felt more like sitting, catching her breath, and sparing her back than walking.

But walking in her garden passed the time while Faramir was away in Minas Tirith, governing in Aragorn’s stead, and made the long summer days without him pass by more quickly, if only a little. He had promised to return before her lying in, even if Aragorn was still campaigning in the south, and she counted down the days until he would return home.

Lothíriel had written that she would arrive shortly before then, to provide Éowyn female company at her “outpost of men,” and Éowyn was grateful for her sister-in-law’s thoughtfulness. Lothíriel seemed to have an innate knowledge of people’s needs and gracefully wove her way to where she anticipated she would be needed.

In the meantime, Éowyn walked in her garden, under the watchful eye of Beregond, who sat some paces away beneath an ash tree, whittling a toy for Borlas. He had taken to heart Faramir’s charge to watch over her while he was in the city, accompanying her every time she left the house, even if she only ventured out to her garden.

And so Éowyn walked in her garden as he watched on and talked to the child growing within her, feeling as if she had some small measure of companionship in doing so. If Beregond thought her strange for behaving thusly, he said nothing, too gentle-hearted and loyal to let an unkind word slip from his lips.

“These are sunflowers from Master Samwise in the Shire far to the west, planted in soil he collected from his own garden,” she said, brushing her fingertips beneath the flowers’ bobbing heads as she walked by. The flowers just barely reached her shoulders, but as the summer wore on they would stand as tall as her or Faramir.

“And these are several kinds of pipe-weed from Master Meriadoc in the Shire,” she said, pointing to the bushy plants that grew next to the sunflowers. Their blooms let off a gentle fragrance that wafted through the garden. “The leaves are crushed and smoked in pipes in the Shire, but no one does so in Gondor, other than the king. The custom is very popular in the Shire, according to Merry, but it has never spread here, much to his dismay.”

She pointed next to the sprawling patches of kingsfoil that were beginning to outgrow their section. “This is athelas, the plant that brought your father and I back from the shadow of death by the power of the king's hands. We keep it in memory of how nearly we were saved from the brink, and of the hope we found in the days afterwards.”

Next to the kingsfoil grew the lavender Lothíriel had gifted to Éowyn on her first visit to Emyn Arnen, shortly after she and Éomer had wedded. Éowyn fingered the blossoms fondly. “Lothíriel brought lavender seeds from Dol Amroth in memory of Finduilas, your grandmother who died untimely many years ago, for they were her favorite flower, and Lothíriel thought your father might like to have a token of her here.”

At last she came to her mother’s roses. She always ended her walks here, where the sun spilled gently through the cedar trees that rose along the slope girding the house and limned the roses' petals with light. “And these are my mother’s roses,” she said fondly, brushing their petals with her fingertips. “Sam helped me collect cuttings from Meduseld’s rose garden and grow new roses from the cuttings, so that I might have a memory of my mother when I came here.”

Éowyn rubbed her hand over her stomach and smiled. “Perhaps one day you will work by my side in the garden and add your own memories to the garden, so that it becomes a living tapestry of all that our family holds dear.”

#tolkiengenweek #lotr #lotr fic #tolkien fic #eowyn #fotfics #she deserves all the happiness in the world <3 #my fic

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Bad Girls by Camila Sosa Villada

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Born in the small Argentine town of Mina Clavero, Camila is designated male but begins to identify from an early age as a girl. She is well aware that she’s different from other children and reacts to her oppressive, poverty-stricken home life, with a cowed mother and abusive, alcoholic father, by acting out—with swift consequences. Deeply intelligent, she eventually leaves for the city to attend university, slipping into prostitution to make ends meet. And in Sarmiento Park, in the heart of Córdoba, she discovers the strange, wonderful world of the trans sex workers who dwell there. Taken under the wing of Auntie Encarna, the 178-year-old eternal whose house shelters this unconventional extended family, Camila becomes a part of their stories—of a Headless Man who fled his country’s wars, a mute young woman who transforms into a bird, an abandoned baby boy who brings a twinkle to your eye. Camila Sosa Villada’s extraordinary first novel is a rich, nuanced portrait of a marginalized community: their romantic relationships, friendships and squabbles, difficulties at work, aspirations and disappointments. It bears witness to these lives constantly haunted by the specter of death—by disease or more violent means at the hands of customers, boyfriends, or the police—yet full of passion, empathy, and insight.

Mod opinion: I've read and enjoyed this book.

#bad girls #camila sosa villada #polls #trans lit #trans literature #trans books #lgbt lit #lgbt literature #lgbt books #trans woman #contemporary

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Desperate Measures (The Hunger Games pt. 7) | Keigo knew that escaping into his dreams was a bad habit, but it was one he’d never been able to shake. Waking up in the arena becomes harder the better his dream is. – spotify playlist | read on ao3

Pairings | Hawks | Keigo Takami x Reader + Dabi | Touya Todoroki, Eri, Kota, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugo Katsuki, Shouto Todoroki, Momo Yaoyurozu, Ejiro Kirishima, Mina Ashido

Warnings | gn!pronouns, violence, weapons, cursing, descriptions of injuries

Word count | 4.3k

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Keigo woke up the morning before reaping day with an empty feeling in his chest.

While it wasn’t the first time, and certainly wouldn’t be the last, he couldn’t shake it as he began to go about his day. He left his house, but the empty feeling followed him out into the market. Usually, he left it at the door, and it was waiting for him when he arrived back at his house, swallowing him once again in solitude.

Today, it clung to him, leeching on his energy and leaving him feeling hollow. What was left was the uncomfortable press of deja vu, and the mental strain of grasping at memories that were just out of reach.

“Keigo, dear,” Chiyo smiled, folding her hand over her cane as he approached her stall. He gave her a nod, glancing over the her impressive collection of medicines and salves. Every day, she seemed to have gotten her hands on some new and remarkably effective medication. Keigo wouldn’t have been surprised if the old woman had black market connections. “Is there anything in particular you’re looking for today?”

“Just some burn cream,” he smiled, accepting her outstretched hand and giving it a firm squeeze.

“Oh dear, is Touya having trouble again?”

“He’s just stubborn,” Keigo sighed. It had been a long time since Dabi’s burn scars had given him problems, but they’d been more irritated than usual recently, “I’ll convince him to use it, don’t worry.”

“You know I can’t help it, dear. That father of his...” she breathed in slowly, shaking the words away, “well, it’s none of my business. You just make sure he uses this.”

She pressed a generous jar of burn salve into his hands, shooing him away and greeting her next customer before he could ask what he owed her. He left the market reluctantly, not yet ready to return back home.

"Hawks!”

Keigo turned just in time to catch Eri as she jumped into his arms with a laugh. Kota was close behind her, smiling just as wide and grabbing Keigo’s arm.

“Hey there, kiddos,” he knelt down, a hand on each of their heads, “somethin’ exciting happen?”

Eri nodded silently, covering a giggle behind her hand. Kota leaned towards her, putting a finger to his lips with an even louder laugh. Both were peeking over their shoulders, glancing at each other and bursting into new fits of laughter each time.

“Eri! Kota! Run!”

Both squealed and whirled around when you came barreling towards them, smile widening when you spotted Keigo. You were laughing, barely catching yourself from falling as you turned a corner sharply.

“Hawks!” Eri yelled, pulling at his pant leg with a laugh, “come on! He’s gonna get us!”

“Who–”

“Let’s go!”

You grabbed his hand, barely slowing down to prepare him to be pulled into a run, followed closely by Eri and Kota. He glanced back at the corner you’d all come from and saw Dabi running at you at full speed. You followed his gaze and let out a dramatic gasp, ushering Eri and Kota around a near corner and dragging Keigo with you, putting a finger to your lips both to quite the kids and yourself. You were laughing between huffs for air, peeking around the corner and giving Eri and Kota a confident thumbs up.

“We lost him!” you whispered, and Keigo couldn’t help but huff at how you managed to make your whisper louder than your usual volume.

“There’s a backway, dumbass.”

Eri turned with a screech, grabbing Kota by the hand and pulling him behind Keigo.

“Hawks! He’s gonna get us!”

Keigo took a moment to look over Dabi. He was completely soaked, water dripping from his clothes and hair to form a puddle where he stood. You laughed at the sight of him, momentarily forgetting the chase.

“You look like a wet dog,” you told him between fits of laughter.

“Eri. Kota,” Dabi was doing his best to look menacing, but it was difficult when water was still dripping from his flattened hair and darkly stained clothes. “Whose idea was this?”

“It was Y/N’s idea!” Eri leaned against Keigo’s leg, pointing back at you with wide eyes. You gasped, backing away as Dabi marched towards you.

“Eri, you traitor!”

“Hawks will protect you!” Eri shouted confidently, pushing Hawks in front of you and running behind your legs, pulling Kota along with her.

“Oh, he will, will he?” Dabi asked with a raised brow. Keigo could see the smile that Dabi was fighting to keep from showing on his face, but he knew as well as you did that Dabi had a soft spot for Eri and Kota. Keigo made a show of blocking you and the kids behind him, backing against the wall and glaring at Dabi with a grin.

“That’s right,” he lifted his chin, eyes bright. He could feel his stress from this morning seeping away, almost forgotten now as he picked faced his friend, both him and Dabi fighting to contain smiles. You laughed behind Keigo, letting out a quiet “oh, sorry” when Eri hushed you.

Keigo was barely able to catch himself when Dabi tackled him, wrapping an arm around his torso and wrestling him to the ground. When both were on the ground, Kota jumped on Dabi’s back with a furious cry, pulling at his shirt until Dabi sat up and attempted to reach behind him. Kota let out a noise that sounded like a mix between a squeal and a laugh, jumping from his back and dashing to Keigo’s side.

“Nice assist, kiddo.”

Dabi stood and glared at Kota, though he had a smile on his face as he tried to get around Keigo to tackle you and Eri. Eri squealed, holding on to your shirt as Dabi grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over, protecting yours and Eri’s heads from hitting the ground. He landed with the two of you on top of him, and you rolled slightly so all of your weight was pinning him down. His vision was blocked, but he could hear your and Dabi's loud laughter.

He realized with belated certainty that he was in a dream.

Everything about these moments–the joy, the laughter, the absence of fear–it was all a sign of the past. A sign that this was a memory.

The only thing that was foreign was the intensity of his deja vu, and now his recognition that this moment wasn't real. Well, not anymore. He was in the arena, cold and desperate and wrapped up in your arms. He looked at you–at this dream-version of you–that was suddenly looking back at him like you could see through his skin and bone and into his brain. Like you could read his thoughts like words on a page. He shuddered, uncomfortable under your scrutinizing gaze for the first time in his life.

He wanted to know how to escape. He wanted to know how to stay forever. He didn't know that he could have such an intense internal battle in his subconscious mind, but here it was: the urge to run and the urge to reach out and hold you and Dabi and Eri and Kota and never let go. They fought furiously, and Keigo looked between the four familiar figures that were all now staring at him with that unfamiliar expression. One that told him that he either needed to except the dream as his reality while he could, or wake up and leave the memory unchanged and untainted.

He decided to stay. Moving back into the space of the memory felt as easy as breathing. Suddenly, he was laughing again. Suddenly, he was free from the games. For just one night, he forgot his present and dove head-first into his past.

"Do you think we'll eventually be able to move somewhere new?"

Keigo had been caught off guard the first time you'd asked that question. Moving out of one's district was almost unheard of, and the rare cases of it happening were usually either related to the games, or a specific trade. He'd never heard of anyone leaving their district just because they felt like it.

Now, thought, he was used to the question. It was a familiar dream that you shared with him, and one that he found himself ruminating on often.

I live outside of District Eight. A life outside of Panem.

A life of freedom.

"If there's a way," Keigo took your hand, guiding you towards him until you were standing between his legs, "we'll figure it out."

"You're very sweet to indulge me," you teased, pressing a kiss to his forehead. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding on and pressing you as close as he could. When you straightened, he buried his face in your stomach, sighing against your skin as you ran a hand gently through his hair. It had been a while since he'd cut it last, but he liked the feeling of you running your fingers through it now that it was longer.

"Do you think I deserve to leave?"

Your grip tightened on Keigo, and he closed his eyes when he felt you tug gently at his hair. The days before the Reaping always brought back unpleasant memories of his parents, of his father telling him that he should volunteer as tribute and either win and bring home some money, or die and quit being a burden on them.

It was the only thing they remembered his father saying to him before he was arrested for illegal distribution of pain medication. The charges were based on a tip that Keigo gave the peacekeepers.

On the day of his father's death one year later, he found his mother mother in their kitchen, a empty, unprescribed bottle of pain reliever clutched in her hand.

He hadn't been sorry about it then. He still couldn't find it in himself to grieve.

"You know the answer, Keigo," you told him softly, gentle with him even as you tugged at his hair to force him to meet your eyes, "you know you deserve better than this."

He shook his head, taking your hands and lacing his fingers through yours. They were beginning to tremble, and he tried in vain to still them before you noticed.

"I want to give you a big house," he whispered into your stomach, forehead pressing into your ribs, "and a nice garden. We can grow our own food. And Dabi can cook for us. Eri will take care of us when we're old and decrepit."

"You would trust Dabi in the kitchen?" you laughed, leaning over him when he pulled you forward, pulling you onto the bed until you were hovering over him, pressing his hands to the bed and leaning in to press your forehead to his.

"No," he grinned, "but we can teach him. He'll practice."

"Hm," you pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I like this life you're planning for us. Sounds like we won't have to do anything."

"Mhm. Just laze around day after day."

"You know you'd get bored," another kiss to his cheek.

"Not with you there," he spoke lowly.

"Sounds like a peaceful life," another to his jaw.

"I think some peace would do us a lot of good."

"Yeah," you smiled, pressing your hands on either side of his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, feeling like putty in your hands. "I'm sorry, Keigo."

"Hm?" he opened his eyes, though it was hard to do much else when you ran a hand gently through his hair, nails scraping over his scalp. "Why are you sorry."

"I wish we could stay here," you said, and he felt a twinge of discomfort. This wasn't the way this was supposed to go. He knew this moment; it was as familiar to him as his own reflection, but this wasn't part of it.

"We can," he whispered.

"No, my love," you shook your head, pressing your forehead against his and taking a deep breath, "you have to wake up."

"No, I–"

"Win," you interrupted him, voice soft and so, so gentle. He wanted to scream. He wanted to stay, "come back to me."

Day six of the 74th annual Hunger Games

Keigo woke from his dream disoriented, squinting his eyes against harsh sunlight and covering his face with a dry, calloused hand. It was the cold shock if his palm on his cheek that reminded him of where he was. He felt the soft blanket he was wrapped in, as well as the shirt that he’d used as a pillow, but when he reached to the side he felt nothing but cold, hard concrete.

He rolled over, opening his eyes and scanning the empty spot where you’d fallen asleep next to him the night before. Your undershirt was still balled up as a makeshift pillow next to him, and the blanket that you'd shared was draped over around shoulders. Your space on the ground was just as cold as the rest of the concrete.

“If you don’t let me look at it, it’ll get infected,” he heard your voice not too far away, impatient and exasperated. “You were the one who grabbed the blade, idiot.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you were holding it to my fuckin’ throat,” Bakugo growled. Keigo groaned, sitting up at the same time that Shouto told Bakugo to quit being difficult. His eyes were slow to adjust to the light, and his mind was even slower to shift from recalling his pleasant dream to understanding where he was. When he was finally able to comprehend the scene in front of him, he almost laughed.

You had apparently convinced Bakugo to let you dress the wound on his hand after seeing the condition it was in after three days of letting it sit unwashed and exposed. Bakugo was facing away from you, hand held out and scowl etched into his face, deep and clearly unhappy with his current position.

Midoriya was peeking over your shoulder, watching you melt snow between your hands to clean the wound.

"Ow! What the fuck?"

"If you would sit still for more than two seconds, maybe it wouldn't hurt so bad."

"Maybe it wouldn't hurt so bed if you had steadier hands!"

Bakugo watched you wrap the cut on his palm with the torn fabric from his shirt. Keigo was almost reminded of Kota, stubbornly refusing your help after he scraped his knee during a heated game of tag.

"Alright, just don't get dirt in it and you'll be fine."

"I was fine before," Bakugo grumbled, but he studied your work and flexing his hand carefully, turning his palm over and looking at the meticulous way you had wrapped and tied the cloth. Keigo couldn't help a smug smile; maybe Bakugo wasn't the rabid animal that he'd been during the interviews.

"Hey!" Midoriya perked up when he saw Keigo beginning to stand. "We decided that we should start moving today. Maybe see where the other tributes are."

"Really?" he furrowed his brows. He would've thought that waiting it out a while longer would be a better strategy; avoiding conflict until the other tributes had weeded each other out had been his plan—especially with Toga and Jin still running around with a grudge. He glanced at you, looking for confirmation. You just shrugged.

"They seem pretty set on it."

There was something about the scene in front of him that seemed so familiar. Maybe it was the fact that Shoto was sitting next to you that reminded him of home, but he couldn't help the nostalgia that rushed into him in waves. He'd been wanting to see the boy alive and well for so many years, for Dabi's sake as much as his own, but this wasn't how he'd wanted it to happen.

He hoped Enji was watching. He hoped he regretted it.

"Alright," he sighed, brushing the dirt from his hair and stretching with a quiet groan, "I don't see why not."

"Great," Midoriya jumped to his feet, moving towards the pile that the three boys had made of their supplies and shuffling through them, "since we all agree, we should head out."

You glanced at Keigo as the others followed Midoriya, collecting their things and putting on their layers. They sure are in a rush to get moving.

"We'll go this way," Midoriya said with finality, pointing towards a grouping of buildings to the north. You shrugged, and Bakugo grunted his assent.

Shouto fell into step with you and Keigo as you began following the others, staying silent as he listened to your chatter about the remaining tributes. Eventually you both fell into silence, and you took a moment to glance at Shoto.

He had certainly grown since you last saw him. His hair was longer, almost covering the upper part of his scar, and he was much taller—he had barely reached Keigo's height when he left. Now he had a couple of inches on him.

But he still looked like Shoto. He looked like the same kid who used to ask you and Keigo to help him drag Dabi to the park, and then rope all three of you into a game of hide and seek. The same kid who loved to ride on Keigo's shoulders and tell him to chase you and Dabi around like the captain of his own little ship.

But he didn't look as happy as before. He'd put on muscle training for the games, and you hadn't seen him smile once since you'd reunited.

You were worried about him.

"Congratulations."

You blinked, looking up and meeting Shoto's eyes once you'd broken out of your daze.

"Huh?"

"On the engagement," he clarified, nodding towards the ring on your finger. Your eyes widened, and you adjusted the jewel so that the stone was centered.

"Thank you," you said softly, glancing at Keigo. He was staring at the ground, a mixture of emotions on his face. He caught your eye and gave you a small, forced smile as he laced his fingers through yours.

"I remember when you bought that ring."

Keigo looked up, staring at Shoto with wide eyes.

"What?"

"I remember Touya telling me about it," Shouto shrugged, "you took him, right? To help you find it."

"I...yeah, I guess I did."

"He told me about it when he came home that night," Shouto said fondly. "He was really happy for you."

You pictured Keigo and Dabi looking through different rings, discussing your taste in jewelry and struggling to find the perfect one. You almost laughed imagining them arguing about it in the middle of the shop.

You missed Dabi. You missed your home.

"Is he...is my family okay?"

You tensed, and you saw Keigo stiffen beside you.

What went unsaid in that question was, is my father still hurting them?

"They're okay," Keigo responded, meeting Shouto's eyes and giving him a firm nod, "they're safe."

Shouto let out a long breath and nodded back, shoulders dropping as some of the tension drained from his shoulders.

"Hey! Bakugo!"

You and Keigo jumped back at the voice, and you grabbed Shoto's arm to drag him with you.

"Wait, it's–"

"Calm down, idiots," Bakugo grumbled when he saw your and Keigo's expressions. You both had hands on your weapons, and you probably looked ready to bolt at a moment's notice. You glared at Bakugo as he strode towards the voice, looking very unalarmed by the newcomer.

"It's fine," Shoto said to you and Keigo, "that's Kirishima. We know him."

You gave him a bewildered look, then glanced back at Keigo.

If Kirishima was their ally, then your group now made up half of the tributes. That meant that, once the others were gone, you'd have to fight it out amongst yourselves. You weren't exactly keen to go up against Bakugo and Midoriya, and from what you'd seen, Kirishima could handle himself well in a fight.

And Shoto...well, you hoped that he'd support you and Keigo if it came down to the six of you.

"Mina?" you heard Midoriya ask nervously, looking around for Kirishima's partner. You glanced behind you, knife still resting safely in your hand. Keigo didn't look very reassured by Shoto's claim of an alliance. He was probably thinking the same thing you were.

As far as strategies went, this one wasn't very practical. Large groups never worked well, even before the infighting started.

Their mentors must have told them that.

"Oh, she's just...she should be right behind me," Kirishima said, turning around to look for the pink-haired girl, "yo, Mina! Where'd you go?"

"Here!"

You saw her hair before you saw her face. It popped from behind a few bushes, curled on top of her head like she'd styled it carefully that morning. When she came into view, she had a wide smile on her face—in all honesty, the positivity practically radiating from her was very refreshing.

Seven. That was more than half of the remaining tributes.

"What happened?" Midoriya asked eagerly, reaching towards Mina and pulling her into a tight hug. The girl giggled, lifted her feet as Midoriya pulled her off of the ground.

"We'll tell you later," Kirishima said, finaly spotting you and Keigo beside Shoto, "what're they doing here?"

"They're with me," Shoto said, taking a subtle step in front of you.

It seemed unnecessary, as Kirishima accepted the answer with a shrug and turned back to Bakugo.

"And?" Bakugo asked impatiently. "The edge?"

"Oh, it hurts like hell, man. Almost killed me."

"Well why'd you touch it, dumbass?"

"I didn't mean to! I didn't see it."

"I did!" Mina interjected, raising her hand happily, "and I tried to warn him, but he just ran right into it. I thought I was gonna hafta give 'im CPR, but he just popped right up after. The guy's indestructible, I swear."

"Don't tell him that, or he'll start doing stupid shit to see if he can take it."

Kirishima pouted, then let out a shout when Bakugo wrapped an arm around his neck and held him at his hip, laughing maniacally as Kirishima struggled.

They seemed...really close.

"They're our allies," Shoto said when he saw you and Keigo's bewildered expressions.

"Pretty big group you've got here, Sho."

"It's–"

"Ejiro, look out!"

The shout came at the same time that you heard a screech. You watched in near slow-motion as Mina's body hit the ground. There was an arrow sticking from her shoulder, and she groaned as Kirishima lifted her up to run her towards cover.

Bakugo and Midoriya were already racing towards the source of the arrow, and you and Keigo followed Shoto when he lifted his bow and pointed it in their general direction. He stalked forward, slow enough that he'd be able to stop and shoot at a shout from his allies.

"You're all idiots!" you heard someone shout, and you recognized the accent from the interviews. It was unmistakably someone from district one, which meant...

"Calm down, Momo."

The girl had come into view now, panting as she pointed an arrow at Midoriya. Shoto spoke calmly, as if he was taming a wild animal.

"No," Momo laughed, "no, this is not what the games are for. This isn't what we trained for! For years, we've known that we were going to go into this together, Shoto! Why are you throwing away your opportunity–"

"Shut the fuck up," Bakugo growled, taking a step forward and stopping when Midoriya held a hand in front of him, "you don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

"Cameras, Momo," Shoto said, pointing at the general surrounding area and keeping his eyes locked on his partner's. She finally looked at him, then she locked eyes with you and Keigo.

"The couple, right?" she laughed, "they roped you into their little group too?"

You narrowed your eyes, watching the girl laugh again and glare back at Bakugo and Midoriya.

"This is fucked," she said, "you're all gonna die, you know. None of you are going to win."

"Jesus," Bakugo muttered, turning towards Shoto, "just kill her, Todoroki. She should already be dead."

"You can still join our group, Momo," Shoto said, just as stoic as always.

"I don't want anything to do with you. I thought...I thought we would be allies, but you just..."

Shoto looked moments from loosing his arrow. Like if she said the wrong word, he'd loosen his fingers.

Despite how frantic she seemed, Momo looked steadier than Shoto. Her stance was expert, and her eyes were narrowed in a way that screamed precision. If she had a target, she'd hit it. You could feel it in the way she stared at Shoto.

Then she moved, and the arrow was suddenly pointed towards Keigo.

"You're both idiots too, you know," she laughed. "It was cute and all, the whole 'engagement' thing. Smart. But it won't get you anywhere."

You took a step towards Keigo, but he blocked you. His eyes were hard as he stared Momo down.

"This game should be fair," she snapped, her gaze and her arrow back on Shoto, "and I won't let you drag those two down with you."

She was going to shoot Shoto.

You moved before Keigo could stop you, knocking Shoto to the ground as the arrow flew over both of your heads. It gave Bakugo the chance to leap towards Momo, knife at her neck and lips pulled back in a snarl.

"Are you okay?" you asked Shoto breathlessly, moving off of him and letting him sit up in a daze.

"Yeah," he sighed, "thanks."

"Todoroki!" Bakugo shouted from behind you, "if you don't tell me to stop in the next five seconds, I'm ending this!"

You saw the conflict in Shoto's head. You saw the pain pass through his gaze. Then it disappeared, and he turned towards the others.

"Kill her."

Momo's pleas for mercy were silenced, and the canon sounded above like it had been shot from the depths of hell.

Author's note | man it's been ages since i wrote for this series. i got a burst of inspiration and i'm hitting a lull with the kakashi series so i might pick them both up and post for them at the same time.

i hope everyone enjoys this chapter! i'm sorry for the slow updates. i love writing this series, as well as the kakashi series, but to be honest it's hard to stay motivated when i'm getting so little traction. if you're enjoying the story, please let me know! hearing from people really makes me so so happy, and knowing that people are actually reading what i write and getting something out of it is a huge motivator. anyways, thank you for reading!

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