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Hands: a batfam drabble

While the eyes may be the window to the soul, but Tim fully believes the hands are more significant. Your hands show your journey, where you've been. Tim familiarized himself with the hands of the people around him.

Damian’s handsp are small. Chubby. But deceptively hardened. Callouses wrap around his little brothers hands, telling of long, laborious days. But those little hands create amazing things. Colorful paintings and sculptures Tim can't even dream up.

Dick has strong hands. His callouses are older. Small scars across his knuckles tell of conflict, fighting. But those strong hands radiate endurance and hope. The strength that only an acrobat can have. Tim knows his strength runs deeper than his hands, it's a bone-deep essential part of his brother.

Jason has scarred hands. Thick ridges criss cross his fingers. Once upon a time those hands had been split open, blood falling onto splintered wood and expensive satin and dirt. Now those hands cook dinner for his family when it's Jason’s turn to host movie night

Cass' hands are dangerous. Lithe and quick. Before you could blink those hands would have you pinned to the ground. They move like a fleeting shadow, but also like a dancing butterfly. Those hands flit about as Cass twirls and dances. They seem to float around her. She looks like a fairy, circled by two bright butterflies.

Tim is not sure what his hands tell. He's not sure he ever wants to discover that. The secrets that are contained with one's hands are special and precious to him. So he hides his hands. Crossed together, behind his back, swaddled in hoodie pockets. No matter what his hands stay hidden, along with the secrets they contain.

so... i started working on my series of drabbles i wanted to write for SOTR!! (so excited for it btw)

I wanted to write at least a few teensy little drabbles about the 50th hunger games, yk?

This one is about Mr. and Mrs. Everdeen and was finished in approximately 30 minutes, but I'm pretty proud of it, especially the later scenes.

If you're interested, here's the link below :) thank you so much

snippet:

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“Sing to me.”

“What?” Jack stirs. Will’s smile is teasing, lilting almost as she looks up at him from his lap, her eyes half closed. It’s a special peace she gives him, where he feels like nothing could ruin these moments. He’s never really felt that way with anyone else.

“Sing to me, Jackie.”

OR: A collection of scenes, scattered throughout Mr. and Mrs. Everdeen's life.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63807841

thank youu! for responding to my comment so quickly I was just thinking like a sort of childhood friends but the reader becomes a famous actress and sae still a footballer something cute like fluff and maybe a bit of smut but honestly whatever you prefer cause I really love your work and would like to see more of sae but it’s no rush whenever you have the time and thank youu again!!

Ughhh I had so much fun writing this request! I almost never write Sae, so something’s might be out of character, but I hope that you’re happy with what I wrote!

just a flicker - s. itoshi

cw: childhood best friends! actor!reader! language, angst, fluff, possibly ooc, some brief making out at the end

wc: 1.8k

Growing up was never easy on anyone. Growing up alongside Sae Itoshi brought even more complications. He was never quite as creative as you. Not as academic. Never as polite or gentle. If you didn’t know him, Sae was harsh. Not intentionally rude, just blunt. It was difficult to get used to if you weren’t already close to him. It was just as much a curse as it was a blessing that you knew him.

When you were little, Sae was one of your only friends. You got along well with his little brother, and he got along well with your big sister. You lived nearby. You went to the same school. Sometimes your sister would have a soccer game before his or on a field nearby. It was almost guaranteed for you to get close to him. You both had finally found someone who was equally as passionate at such a young age. He knew that he wanted to play soccer. You knew that you wanted to act. And you were both exceptionally talented already. You were both considered prodigies by all of Japan. Prodigies tended to be best friends, right?

Best friends tend to be our first heartbreak, though.

When you were both thirteen, Sae broke the news to you that he was going to Spain. You were still processing it as you sat in the back seat of his parents’ car, driving to the airport with him and the rest of his family. You didn’t talk to him at all on the way there. When you got to the airport and dropped him off at security, you told him bye and he reassured you that he’d still text. Then that was it. You watched him go through the line, and he disappeared the moment he passed through.

You didn’t speak to him for four more years.

Despite both of your promises, the years ended up going by without so much as a single word from the other. You cut ties with Rin around the same time. Now, at eighteen years old, you were world famous. You had already starred in several productions and received even more role offers. You were finally where you had always wanted to be, and there was still something missing.

Finally, the dreaded day came where you had to go fly out to Madrid for onsite filming for your new rom-com movie. The entire plane ride over, you couldn’t stop thinking about Sae. Would you run into him? Madrid was a big city, sure, but you were supposed to be there the week of one of his biggest matches of the season. Surely you’d at least see a fan or two.

Apparently you had forgotten who the love interest in your movie was supposed to be. A professional soccer player. You’d be at the goddamn stadium.

The film crew had set up just down the road from the stadium. You were standing there on a break, trying not to die in the heat, talking to one of the crew members. That was when you saw him across the street leaving the stadium. He had his practice bag slung over his shoulder. Of course, with your horrible luck, he noticed you, too. And he just stared at you, unblinking.

“Hey, Mina…? I’m gonna head to my trailer really quick. I forgot a couple of my script pages, I think,” you told the girl you were talking to, never breaking eye contact with Sae. You took a few slow steps back, and then sprinted. When you looked over your shoulder back at the stadium, his bag was abandoned on the ground and he was no where in sight. You glanced back a couple of minutes later to see him running after you through the crowd of actors and crew members.

What the hell was his problem? Why was he following you like a crazy person? Thank god your trailer was nearby, because you knew you wouldn’t ever be able to outrun him. You reached the door just before he caught up to you, slamming it shut, locking it, and throwing yourself in front of it. God, you were out of breath. He was gone, though. You were safe.

The you heard the banging. “Open the door, Y/N.” His voice was relatively calm, but clearly frustrated in his own emotionally constipated way.

“No!” You yelled back at him. Your back was still pressed against the metal door.

“Why?” He scoffed, stopping his knocking.

“Because!”

“You’re the one who stopped texting me, you can’t be mad.”

“Yeah, that’s why I don’t want to see you!”

You could almost sense him freezing on the other side of the door. “Did you just start hating me the moment I was gone?”

You froze, too. “What? No, that’s not… that’s not what I meant, okay?”

“So you’re running from your own guilt?”

That comment made you nearly stop breathing. Somehow, after four years, Sae Itoshi of all people could read you. The only person who was worse with emotions was his brother. How could he pinpoint how you felt?

So you opened the door. And you talked to him. And you got out years of pent up frustration, and confusion, and guilt. You were the one who had abandoned him, after all. You decided that it wasn’t worth it to text him when you knew that he’d be in a completely different country from you forever. Why be friends with someone you could never see? Especially when you were thirteen and just starting to realize that you were in love with him?

You started talking to him again. He texted you every morning and every night and called you once a week. It was structured, and exact, and way too Sae Itoshi. Then eventually he was flying you out to Spain for weeks at a time when you didn’t have filming. After a couple of months, you two were going on dates without ever asking each other out. Then you were going to his soccer games and he was at your movie premiers. Then you were hugging and holding hands without putting a label on your relationship. And suddenly the entire world started to think you were dating Sae Itoshi.

You were starting to think so, too.

Right when you were about to give up again and leave him to figure his own shit out, you caught it. You were just sitting in the box at one of his matches — debating what you would say to him after the game — when he scored. It happened so fast that you could barely process what he did afterward, but you could just barely catch his hand wrapping around a chain he was wearing. You had bought him that.

You could still picture the exact moment you had given him that necklace, actually. It was just a stupid silver chain with a soccer ball pendant you had found when you were hanging out with him one day. You were twelve. Back then, any mention of soccer made you think of Sae, so you thought it would have been a cute gift. His birthday was coming up anyways.

When you handed it to him, all he said was, “You’re weird.” And he shoved it into his pocket.

You never expected him to still have it, though.

The night after the match, you had planned to stay at his place pretty late having a movie night. It was your idea. He went along with it because he didn’t care enough to argue with you. So, you met him outside of the locker room like usual. You had gotten special permission to be in the back area of the stadium by then.

He gave you a small nod of acknowledgment as he left the locker room. You two walked silently beside each other as you left the stadium; you didn’t dare to open your mouth until you reached his car.

“So,” you began the moment the doors had closed and he started the engine. You weren’t entirely sure where you were going with it. “That was a nice goal.”

“Thanks.”

“Cool that you guys won.”

“Yeah.”

And then it was silent again. It was always silent when you were with Sae.

“Were you… wearing a necklace during the game?” you promoted, trying to be subtle enough to not sound crazy.

“I always do,” he shrugged, his eyes completely focused on the road.

You nodded. “Where did you get it?”

He raised a brow in confusion. “You gave it to me.”

“Oh.”

Then you both went quiet again.

After just a few minutes, you had both settled next to each other on the couch in Sae’s living room. The only movie request he had made was one of your most popular ones. In that moment, you doubted you could stand to see your own face in some shitty romance.

It took forty minutes for Sae to look over at you. “Your face is all scrunched up.”

You blinked, meeting his eyes. “Is it?”

“Yes.”

“Didn’t realize it,” you shrugged, feigning indifference as you turned your attention back to the TV screen.

“You’re so clueless,” he scoffed, clearly still staring at you.

You huffed. “Okay, rude.”

“You’re seriously clueless.”

“Stop repeating yourself, idiot,” you threw a piece of popcorn at his face, trying not to grin as it got stuck in his hair.

He rolled his eyes. “You’re an actor. Shouldn’t you be able to pick up on cues without me having to directly tell you something?”

“What do you not want to tell me?”

“I’ve been in love with you since we were twelve and you’ve been too stupid to figure it out the entire time.”

Oh.

You froze completely, not even daring to glance at him. You wanted to run and hide, to bury yourself under forty pillows, to burrow away like an ostrich. That wasn’t what you were expecting. That wasn’t what you wanted. Was it?

No. It absolutely was.

In the blur of you nodding your head, telling him that you’ve felt the same way the entire time, and whatever he had said in response, he had paused the movie and pressed his lips to yours. You had expected Sae to be more rough, maybe a bit ruthless like how he played on the field. Maybe even apathetic like how he presented himself to everyone. But he wasn’t. He was eager. He was hungry.

He placed a hand on the small of your back, gently pulling you closer. His other hand slid from your cheek to the back of your head, deepening the kiss more than you were prepared for. When you recovered from your shock, you moved your hands into his hair. Even with the intensity, he still kept the pace slow. He was still careful. For the first time in four years, he was finally somewhere to could consider home.

@graciescott27

Late night thinking pt3/?

this was in my drafts and the number yall chose was this one soo....enjoy?

To love someone...

To love someone so much, to the point you change yourself for their sake.

It could be the normal, improving yourself, making yourself just that little bit better, someone they can be proud of, giving to charity more often, having better manners, saving more time for your partner.

But this is inspector me's late night thinking so as nice as that is, no.

To love someone so much that you change yourself...you change your very essence, if you could you'd turn yourself into an energy so they themselves could continue to be...them.

You'd change yourself into something thats no longer human, a tool, a monster, a shadow.

You dont want anything other than for them to thrive, you love them so much.

When i think of this all i imagine is the humble shadow. You'd changed into mere wisps, you swirl and sway around your lover, constantly in contact with their skin. No one expects you to be there but you don't care, as long as you are there...for them

You move quickly around them, you protect them from harm, turning into a weapon at their whim.

You move slowly around them, so soft, so slow. giving a cold comfort, covering their body entirely in yourself, your new form as a shadow allowing you to engulf them in a way you wish you could have done before.

I've got a shit ton of drafts so would y'all be interested in seeing them, i think most of them are done. None of them are like character x reader, they're just random drabbles and thoughts. so uh I've got five i think, so you lot can just pick a number and I'll post that one lol

Thinking about greek statue dudes again.

His face set in a firm and stony beauty, he's perfect. His face looks just like a greek statue, slightly imperfect nose that only makes him more perfect, lips just the right size.

But his eyes....his eyes have that empty look yet somehow so filled with pain that it looks like his perfect stone shell might crack.

You can see the way his cold eyes compare to the rest of his perfection, most would call it a flaw "he looks so scary with those dead eyes" they say...but you know, you know that they're not dead, they're not stone, they just feel so much that it ruins their view of his 'beauty' but you know. That the real beauty is the sorrow in his eyes.

Late night thinking pt 1/?

He had the kind of beauty that could only be found in those broken greek statues.

The kind where they're always reaching for something yet they are tragically frozen in place, unable to move, unable to reach that goal they dream of. Yet to everyone else they look beautiful, almost angelic.

It's tragic thats someones pain, someones curse is considered art to most. The romanticized suffering of those trapped forever.

Late night thinking pt 1/?

He had the kind of beauty that could only be found in those broken greek statues.

The kind where they're always reaching for something yet they are tragically frozen in place, unable to move, unable to reach that goal they dream of. Yet to everyone else they look beautiful, almost angelic.

It's tragic thats someones pain, someones curse is considered art to most. The romanticized suffering of those trapped forever.

Some more :))

He just finished breaking Sero out of the ice he trapped him in, and he can see he's shivering. Sero's costume probably doesn't help a lot with the heat, he doesn't need a costume with temperature stuff.

So Shoto (the sweet child) opens up his arms and walks a bit closer, offering a hug so he can warm up. Sero gets the hint and gives him a pretty, nice, sweet smile and walks into his arms and hugs him.

They stay there and Todoroki turns his ice quirk all the way off, so his whole body gets warm, but not warm enough so it's burning him or can cause damage. They stay there until Sero gets warm or someone says something.

Shoto who gives hugs whenever he finishes fighting someone, because they're either cold or hot, and it's his fault so he's helping :)

a/n: i noticed there are very little fics of my goat chrollo, ive had this idea for a while and im proud for finally writing it!

cw: kidnapping, clan genocide, mayhaps a bit ooc? kurta!reader, arson, mentions of gore

credits for header: ME! i made the header this time! do you guys like it ...

credits for dividers: @neroticbf

Imagine you were part of the Kurta clan. The medic, treating people's wounds, helping the little kids get over falling on the ground. It was peaceful and quiet. But that was before Chrollo came.

You don't know what he was doing, but it appeared he had strained his leg when he fell in your clan. You of course took him in and started treating his wounds. You helped him get better. You made dishes he liked.

You had to go out to restock on medicine and food, you passed your test a few months ago, so now it was much easier to treat wounds. Your peace only lasted a few hours though.

Burning houses, dead bodies. You can swear they're eyeless, but you couldn't tell since you began running to your house. By some miracle (?) your house hadn't caught the flames, you opened the door to see Chrollo waiting, almost as if he didn't care.

You explain everything to him, as if he wasn't there to see it, pulling his arm so you two can find survivors. Chrollo mumbles an apology before he knocks you out with a simple swipe.

--

You wake up with cold sweat all over you in a room you don't recognize. It's filled with lavish velvet covers adorned with black accents. You have to take a moment to regain your breath and consciousness. Was that all a dream? No, if it was you'd be in your room.

You attempt to get up and get out of bed, before noticing your moves are stopped by a chain tied to your bed post. You give it a few tugs, before realizing it won't budge. You're immediately startled by the door opening.

"Ah, you're awake," Chrollo says, as if this is perfectly fine. He's holding up a tray that contains a neat breakfast of miso soup and eggs. "I was wondering if I was too harsh."

"C-Chrollo what's going on?! Why am I chained-"

"That was just in case," Chrollo casually explains, placing the tray next to you. "Now can you eat your breakfast?"

"Wha- Chrollo what happened to my clan?!"

"I killed them."

You froze. He said it so casually, almost as if he was saying the weather. You actually question yourself if it isn't important but snap back to reality.

"Why?"

"To sell the eyes on the black market," Chrollo responds. "Now could you hurry and eat?"

You're still shocked, you're not sure how to react. It feels like you're the one who's crazy for asking the questions. Reluctantly you start eating (after trying to look for any hints of drugs of course). It tastes..good? It feels like Chrollo went out of his way for this.

"....why did you spare me?" You ask after swallowing.

"You were nice to me," Chrollo says. "You allowed me to recover faster and to deal with your clan faster."

You grip the spoon harder, guilt beginning to fill you.

Is this a hell you created?

--

hope you enjoyed! smooches you

gulp...it's renovate masterlists day...

thinking of yandere L...

he's always busy yet manages to make time for you, because you're just as important (maybe a little less) than his daily dose of sugar. he makes you listen to his rants, something about a criminal that you tuned out moments ago because L said 4 'buts' in the span of a minute.

he probably stalked you before you even knew about him. knowing the full layout to your house and the easy access of your porch, you really make him worried y'know? the door is too easy to lockpick, do you want to get kidnapped??? :( you're hurting his feelings.

he orchestrates little bump ins with each other, no matter what you just keep seeing him at the same places as you! it's not like he didn't spend the day checking the cameras around you just to predict your movement hahahaha that's crazy dude. you're crazy and you shouldn't question him!!!

most definitely swiped stuff from your apartment. all those shirts you thought were going to the thrift store? wrong, they're over at his house now, which is just as good because he's repurposing!

Essa aqui é minha forma real, lembra da Broze? Ela é somente uma de minhas formas.

Eu sou a confusão, mas pode me chamar de Enaica.

Ela pode literalmente se transformar em qualquer coisa, e até montar uma forma própria do zero.

Enaica é a massa amálgama mais densa e repleta de coisas que você já viu.

Ela simplesmente é um pouco de tudo.

Normalmente confusa com tudo, as vezes tem ataques de pânico e começa a gritar ou a vazar líquidos sem razão aparente.

No centro de seu rosto a um coisa que se assemelha a um olho, e é tipo um olho, só que misturado com várias funções.

Como: boca; poder ouvir, poder sentir cheiro, e outras coisas.

Ela gosta muito de doces, tipo... muito!

Mas se enjoa fácil, então tem que comer com certa moderação para não passar mau.

Ela possui o poder de conseguir consumir qualquer coisa, tanto alimentos, quanto metais e objetos, e até poderes e fontes de energia.

A mesma também possui o poder de distorção de realidade, o que a permite de conseguir realizar qualquer coisa que sua imaginação conseguir pensar.

Não que ela use isso para realizar qualquer coisa maléfica. Ela gosta de ficar na dela.

Tímida e meio medrosa com outras criaturas, mas super animada quando tiramos a primeira interação da frente.

Bibibibi! Bissexual, mas prefere mais mulheres do que homens.

Consegue se adaptar a qualquer lugar, mas não gosta da dor que isso trás nos primeiros minutos, então tenta evitar.

Ela bota ovos, ou seja, é ovípara.

Com o tempo... vou falando mais e desenhando mais dela/eu.

Her Smile

lowkey dont remember writing this or why its sad

Ace stared at the horizon, leaning on the railing of the Spadille, the sunset a beautiful glow. He should be in a good mood, they had escaped the Marines yet again and were sailing peacefully, but a small part of him felt empty.

The beautiful red and orange painted all around him didn’t help with the memories of her, of her hair and her smile. Her genuine smile as tears streamed down her face as he got further and further away from her. He knew that she would’ve enjoyed watching the skies of the New World, he knew very little about her, but he knew she would have appreciated it. Just as she would have appreciated the stars on a clear night or the gentle breeze on a sunny day. He wished they had more time to enjoy those more minor things with each other. 

He liked to remember her smiling, though he had only seen it rarely, without all the tears and the heaviness of the situation. Like that one time Kotatsu had pounced on her, and his fur had tickled her as he licked her face, the sound of her laugh was something he hoped never to forget. He couldn’t escape it sometimes, the sadness she brought, but he knew she’d hate it if he weren’t happy when he thought of her. So he focused on the times she had smiled without a care in the world, laughed at his misfortunes or desperately tried to stifle her giggles in a serious moment, the times when they were more than just two teenagers on different sides of the law.

But most of all, when he thought of her, on the much safer seas of paradise, he wished she’d forget him and the pain he had brought. There was no need for her to waste time on someone like him; she deserved much more than he could give her.

He, however, could never forget her. Her arrival into his life had been unexpected, but he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

~ ♡ ~

Must be a dream

just a cute little piece

Isuka smiled at him from where she was preparing breakfast, he was sitting by the table in their small kitchen, staring at her.

Ace never wanted to wake up from these sorts of dreams, where she’d gently kiss his forehead before opening the fridge to ask what he wanted to eat. Or where he’d wake up with her in his arms, breathing gently against his chest. Sometimes it would be the both of them in front of the TV, watching a movie together and sharing a bowl of popcorn. Or she’d be beating him at the video games he introduced her to. The ones when they cooked together were his personal favourites, the number of times Isuka had to extinguish mini-fires was slightly concerning, he was no longer allowed in the kitchen without supervision (Luffy doesn't count). She’d always bat his hands away from trying the batter, but she’d always let him lick the spoon at the end.

'What are you thinking about?'

He looked up to see her, head tilted and hands on her hips. Her apron with birds on it never failed to make him smile (he had one with flames on), 'about how this must be a dream.'

She walked over to place a kiss on his lips, and he placed his hands on her waist, 'dumbass, you know it's real.'

He smiled, trying to steal another kiss from her, 'I know, I just can’t believe it. How did I ever land the most perfect girl in the world.'

She pulled away before he could get what he wanted, blushing, 'well, what do you want on your pancakes?'

He pouted at being denied before answering, 'the usual.'

Four years ago, he wouldn’t have thought this would be possible, not with how much he thought she hated him, and here they were, living together and very much in love. If it was possible, he fell harder for her every day, the way her hair was messy in the mornings or the way she still blushed every time he complimented her.

If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.

~ ♡ ~

A Constant

super short and written at like 3 am

Working as he had for these couple of years meant he was always on his toes waiting for something to go wrong. Waiting for his secrets to be discovered.

Of his three faces he didn’t know which life he liked best, Rei Furuya was an agent waiting for orders and protecting the country he loved most. Bourbon was a dangerous criminal who annoyed even the likes of Gin and was often forced to work with Vermouth.

Amuro Tooru on the other hand was tame in comparison to his other lives. He worked at a small but busy cafe in Beika, with a steady stream of regulars and a cute colleague.

They were constants in his forever changing life.

A peaceful alternative to his normal.

A way to relax.

He was also a detective trainee of sorts, though he’d surpassed that stage ages ago.

Would it be weird to write for Serial Designation N from Murder Drones x reader? because like… he’s so GRAHHH

⋆˚࿔ tricks and tension

hanta 'doesn’t know' how to ghost, so you teach him.

contains: gn!reader, weed and smoking mentioned, mutual pining, 0.9k words

authors note: hiiiii so this definitely isn’t me projecting at all thank u

you lean your head against mina’s car window, the right side of your face already beginning to go cold. denki is yelling over the music and the sound of the wind slipping through the window is tickling your ear. streetlights flash over the car as mina speeds through the streets. you’re sitting in the backseat with hanta, enjoying this short moment with your friends before the event.

“pregame?” denki’s leaned back against his seat, joint between his fingers pointing in your direction. you have no idea why mina agreed to let him sit in the front seat.

“you definitely don’t need it.” you joke as you take the joint from his fingers. denki rolls his eyes.

you lean back and examine the blunt in your hands before taking a hit. you take a deep breath as a familiar burn washes over your lungs. your eyes fall close as you blow the smoke out, a smile forming on your lips.

“pass me the aux!” you hear denki say to hanta, the blonde boy's hand reaching for his friend's phone.

“settle down, sparky! before you get demoted and i make you sit back there with hanta and y/n.” mina swung her arm, that wasn’t on the wheel, around to get the electric boy's attention.

denki let out a short huff in defeat and hanta laughed. the raven-haired boy had been quiet for most of the ride. his chill demeanor is something you’ve always admired.

you decide to butt into the conversation before things got too serious, “you should give denki your phone before he pops a fuse.” you joke, glancing up at hanta.

he catches your eye, his lips cracking into a grin. your head spins as you watch him pass his phone to denki. when he settles back, his eyes are still on you.

you give him a playful grin and try to divert your mind from the look he’s giving you, “excited?” you ask.

hanta shrugs, the expression on his face tells you all you need to know. “fuck yeah, we deserve this.” he lets out an airy laugh as he threads his hands through his hair.

you take another puff, ghosting the smoke before replying. “if i get two free drinks tonight then i’ll be satisfied.” you say, mostly joking.

the expression on hantas face is unreadable for a moment. he shuffles in his seat and clears his throat, “i bet you’ll get more,” he quickly says before adding. “how’d you that thing?”

your brows furrow, “what thing?”

“with the smoke.” he replies.

your lips falter into a goofy smile, “a ghost, hanta?” you ask, a hint of teasing in your voice. “you want to know how i just ghosted?”

hanta’s cheeks burn. he pressed his lips together as he turned his gaze towards the window. “i never learned how..” his voice is carefully low.

“seriously?” you consider hantas words for a moment, wondering if he’s lying. but can’t find a reason that hanta would lie about something so insignificant, so you push forward.

your mouth opens, “well.. want me to teach you how..?” the question doesn’t come off as confident as you want it to. how were you supposed to teach him how to do this trick?

under the dim car roof, hantas face lights up. “that’d be cool.” he assures.

you nod and place your hand on the seat between the both of you to ground yourself. “here.” you say, your voice light. the weed was definitely quick to take effect, but you were confident you’d teach hanta before you were completely out of it.

he took the joint from your hands, his eyes on yours.

“okay, after you suck in the smoke you're gonna push it to the front of your mouth,” you pointed to your lips, “then open your mouth, very slightly,” hanta nods along as you speak. “push the smoke out of your mouth and at the same time you have to breathe in through your nose, so the smoke goes there. got it?”

hanta eagerly nods, “push out, breath in. sounds easy!”

“alright then give it a try.” you motion towards the joint.

hanta didn’t wait, immediately taking a long hit. you watch his chest expand as he soaks in the weed and wondered if you were paying too close attention to him. when hanta opens his mouth and a cloud of smoke floats out and disappears into the air around him.

“close,” you lean forward, your body weight on your hand below of you. you bring your other hand up to his cheek. “shape your mouth more like this…” you squeeze his lips together. “now try again.” you remove your hands from his face. but it’s clear that you're resting closer now than you were before.

hantas eyes comfortably drape across your body before he does another speechless nod. “like this?” he brings the joint to his lips. you see the end of it glow a fiery red as he inhales the weed. his glossy lips fall open as he takes a deep breath in, the smoke climbing up into his nose.

a proud smile cracks on your face, “perfect! looks like you're becoming a pro already.” you grin as you lean your head back down against the car seat, still facing the hanta.

“thanks y/n.” his smile is wide and his voice as a certain crisp to it that scratches your brain. you could tell he was already a little buzzed too.

“did you really need help, or was this an excuse to get closer to me?” you can feel warmth radiating off your whole body when you ask. your tone is playfully and your gaze glistens against the moonlight.

hanta tilts his head down towards you, his eyes full of fire, “guess i just needed the right motivation.” his voice is hushed, words spoken like a secret shared in the dark.

drabble being posted before i go to sleep let’s gooo. and YES i’m going back to my roots (my glorious king hanta sero)

bloom's my hero academia masterlist! ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜

note: works with w ‘⭑’ include nsfw/18+ content, minors dni with these post!

⋆˚࿔ smaus

melodies of us - d.kaminari

shared spaces - d.kaminari

fratastrophe - d.kaminari ⭑

gently yours - e.kirishima

new piercing - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

flirty and unfiltered - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

confused confessions - i.midoriya, e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

sticky situation - i.midoriya, e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

boyfriend tag - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

whined and dined - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

⋆˚࿔ oneshots

morning hues - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

tricks and tension - h.sero

when courage calls - h.shinsou - part two: maroon stains

where fire burns and molten melts - e.kirishima ⭑

the synonyms of epitome - h.sero

static hearts - d.kaminari ⭑

an orchid's pollen - e.kirishima

capes and crayons - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

in the near future - h.sero

⋆˚࿔ headcanons

love languages - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

cheer fever - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero

behind the spotlight - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

hyperactive heart eyes - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

nerd status - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

crushed reps - e.kirishima, d.kaminari, h.sero, h.shinsou

⋆˚࿔ series

maturity of a broken constellation - t.shigaraki + t.todoroki [ ongoing ]

Fatherhood? Impossible!

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Fatherhood was a phase unwelcome in the Great Destroyer's endless life. The mere concept of fatherhood clashes with all that he is. He is a destroyer, devoid of any tender and loving feelings, the very things that make up fatherhood.

Fatherhood is a new phase in his life—if not the only new phase in his life apart from being once the hailed Herald of Change and now the feared usurper—the Great Destroyer.

The woman he met once upon time, the woman who sought his knowledge, was barely to be found. She was still present, however, she had matured. All because of this little spawn that belonged to none other than him.

However, despite having matured, it was clear she, too, struggled with motherhood having stepped so suddenly into her life. An invasion initially unwelcome but now... unsure.

Both parents struggled with what is now presented before them. Something which they must (forcefully) accept and it seems as if the mother has taken that first step forward. Whether Burning Spice truly wishes to do so or not, remains to be seen. However, should he not, it comes at the price of his little lamb.

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I got bored and did something.

Fool Me Once, 793 words, Riku x Iori, i7 shenanigans

“I swear to god,” Iori groaned, rubbing his temples as Riku followed him into the dorm’s common space, “every time you describe your brother as kind, an angel loses its wings.”

“What?” Riku exclaimed, his kicked-puppy expression glued to Iori and not the five other i7 members shooting him varying looks of concern and dismay. “But Tenn-nii is kind!”

A sudden, metallic crash drew their attention to the kitchen, where Nagi-san was flailing dramatically to the floor.

“My wings!” he cried, clutching his chest as he fell. “Riku, how could you do this to me?”

Iori and Sogo-san sighed in unison.

“Nagi-kun, we need that pan for dinner,” Sogo-san gently chastised.

Still lying on the ground with his eyes closed, Nagi-san picked up the pan and offered it in Sogo-san’s general direction.

Seriously, Iori thought to himself, how is this guy my senior?

“I-it’s not that bad! Really!” Riku defended. “He’s nice!”

Yotsuba-san groaned and fell to the floor.

Riku flushed a deep red.

“In his own way he is!”

“Oh no,” Yamato-san replied in monotone, slowly lowering himself to a horizontal position on the couch while he continued to flip through his magazine. “My wings.”

“Guys,” Riku complained.

“As a big brother myself,” Mitsuki began, ignoring Iori’s eyeroll, “I’m seriously concerned about your standard of niceness.”

“Didn’t you try to sell me, once?” Iori interjected bluntly.

Mitsuki waved away the protest. “I was like, three then. But now when my dear baby brother is upset, I- a superior big brother- make him pancakes in the shape of cute bunnies.”

“How come you only make the rest of us regular pancakes?” Yotsuba-san complained from his wingless position on the carpet.

“Now what does "Tenn-nii" do?” Mitsuki continued pointedly, heedless of the interruption.

“I know this one,” Sogo-san announced proudly before clearing his throat and drawing his features into something poorly resembling Kujo-san’s cold stare. “Nanase, who?”

“But-“

“And what does dear Iori-kun say?” Mitsuki prompted next, grinning widely.

“What?” Iori replied, narrowing his eyes in the face of so many sudden, teasing grins in the room. This felt like a trap. “We’re talking about-“

“Nanase-san,” Yamato-san said in a poor affectation of Iori’s voice, “I’ll make you a superstar!”

Mitsuki pretended to swoon into Yamato’s arms, effectively crushing the man and his magazine into the couch.

Iori frowned, ears burning. “That was-“

“Nanase-san, let me control you,” Nagi said next, reaching his hand out in front of himself like he was on the cover of a shoujo manga.

“You heard that?” Iori exclaimed.

Yotsuba-san laughed. “You said what, Iorin?”

Sogo-san began fanning his face. "Oh my."

“Nanase-san,” Mitsuki picked up next, rising off of Yamato-san to mimic Nagi-san's overtly romantic gesture. “You’re so cute. Ahem, I mean. You’re so stupid.”

Yotsuba-san gasped and pointed. “Iorin’s a tsundere!”

“I am not!” Iori howled. “And I don’t have to stand here and take this. Nanase-san-"

Riku turned toward Iori with wide eyes, his face only a few shades lighter than his hair, and Iori suddenly had no idea why his instinct had been to turn to him in the first place.

“Cat got your tongue?” Yamato-san teased.

“I’m leaving!” Iori declared, retrieving his keys from the shared bowl near the front door. The rainbow keychain he’d given Riku stared back at him mockingly.

“We’re making bunny pancakes for dinner!” Mitsuki reminded him.

“I’ll be back!” Iori huffed angrily, slamming the door behind himself.

Within the dorm, Riku stood frozen.

Tamaki wandered over to lightly fan his burning face.

“S-so…”

“Yay!” Nagi cheered, popping up from the kitchen floor. “Moment of realization!”

“So Iori-kun’s…a better brother to me?” Riku asked haltingly.

Nagi wailed and collapsed back onto the ground, various noises of exasperation and disappointment from the other members following suit.

Riku had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at them. Discreetly, he pulled out his phone.

Iori <3: are they done yet?

Riku: pretty sure, yeah

Riku: “brother” heh

Iori <3: gross. pls don’t make that a thing

Riku: it got them off the trail at least

Riku: tho idk why ur so set on telling ur parents first, obvi they can all tell already

Riku: and Mitsuki's literally ur brother

Iori <3: it’s called respect

Iori <3: and my brother deserves none. he finds out last. or perhaps never.

Riku: whatever u say, bunny <3

Iori <3: agahsjskdk

Iori <3: make sure they don’t eat all the cute pancakes before I get back

Iori <3: honey

Iori <3: ew wait no I don’t like it.

Iori <3: give me a do-over.

Riku: call me riku tomorrow and I’ll call it even, bunny

Riku: especially after u ABANDONED ur dear and loving boyfriend to the WOLVES

Iori <3: …fine. deal

Iori <3: riku

i’ve been writing a lot of i7 drabbles/ficlets lately, and I’m open to requests! (someone save me from the stress of college pls)

the two I’ve finished so far are Ringing Hearts and Morning if you wanna check ‘em out :)

recommendation if you ship Bassrock

this one shot is from @bluestblazesao3, give him lots of love because his drabbles are pure gold!!!!

Quick BassRock Drabble

(Something quick I want to write because the BassRock tag here on Tumblr is too quiet. It’s SFW I swear y’all)

Based off the prompt: “How would you rate your pain?”

(This content is SFW, but please note that Bass still swears a lot here!)

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Seguir leyendo

i know rin would be the most soft hearted baby to ever baby :((

♥️♥️♥️😩♥️♥️♥️

soft cuddles, soft kisses, soft loving whispers, lots of shy hand holding, sneaky kisses, random hugs, and the things you'd hear about you is because of rin just non-stop yapping about you because someone decided to mention your name (everyone else decided to never mention you around rin unless necessary)

hello, i was wondering if i could request an toga himiko x blood manipulation!reader(if you want an specified gender, it would be female!) where the reader dies by the hands of izuku midoriya, if thats alright with you. i just want to see how toga would react or what would she do/act/what would happen to her when her s/o dies by one of the people she likes.

(This is super short even though it took ages but writers block hit me like a truck) She wouldn’t know what to do. On one hand she wants to go after him because while she may like him, she loves you but on the other she can’t bring herself to leave your already vacant body. She wants to cry, she really does, but it’s almost like she doesn’t know how, the tears that fall from her eyes do so of their own volition and the smile that usually stretched across her face no longer reached her eyes as she knelt beside your body. The thought that you would die never crossed her mind, especially not so soon. You were strong, your blood manipulation quirk allowing you to have the upper hand in most fights but with you lacking time to train like you used to Midoriya had quickly surpassed you without you ever even knowing about it and it had inevitably led to your demise leaving Himiko absolutely shattered in the process.

DILF Toji Drabble <3

Thinking about….

Thinking about DILF Toji! Who is constantly listening to divorced dad rock. You don’t know if it’s the daddy issues or the way Toji looks in his tight ass t-shirt that has heat running through your veins as you watch him work on his 1967 Impala. You know it’s wrong to lust after your best friend's father but you just can’t help it when he bends you over the hood of his car and whispers praises in your ear about how you’re such a good girl for giving into him like this as he pounds into you from behind.

Thinking about…..

Grindin on Gojo n’ Geto in a dark and shady club. The bass causing vibrations across the floor, alcohol flowing through your veins as you're sandwiched between their large bodies, heat radiating off of them as they kiss over your shoulder.Them being sure to leave kisses along both sides of your jaw and neck while you grasp at them for more than just a few dark kisses.

I know you said you only might accept pregnancy requests depending on what it is so I wanted to try 😅 how about shigaraki and reader break up while she’s unknowingly pregnant with his child and he bumps into said child years later and connects the dots that it’s his? If you don’t like it feel free to ignore this request 😊

I liked this nonnie.

I am terrified that by saying that I’m going to be inundated with pregnancy HC’s, lol. But, this request I really leaned into. Plus, it’s more about a kid than a pregnancy. 

So, thank you for asking and letting me slip out of my comfort zone. It’s always good to do that every once in awhile and this ask was a great reminder of that.

It’s a bit melancholic, but I think it fits with Tomura, at least, in my mind.

Now, this is not in canon. This is not like, pre-war arc, or post-war arc. If anything, it’s more of an AU. I’d put Tomura in his late 20s to early 30s.  

warnings: none really, just some sweet, sweet interactions and mild angst 

Hestia Hestia, in Greek religion, is the goddess of the hearth, a daughter of Cronus and Rhea, and one of the 12 Olympian deities. When the gods Apollo and Poseidon became suitors for her hand, she swore to remain a maiden forever, and Zeus, the king of the gods, bestowed upon her the honor of presiding over all sacrifices. 

The shouting noise of children set his teeth on edge.

Toga had insisted that the bus stop by the school was the best place for the information exchange.

They won’t look for you there, she’d assured him. It’s like hiding in plain sight. Yeah, it’s patrolled, but it’s only an old security guard who does the rounds. Besides, he’s retired from the police force, she qualified, and was more like a lazy cat than an attentive scent hound.  

It’s the best place, really.

So, Shigaraki had made the long trek across Tokyo.

He kept to the shadows as he weaved his way through back alleys and streets. Although the dominance of the League had waned some over the years, he was still a wanted criminal, responsible for countless death and threats on hero society.

He was still the King of his slice of the underworld.

Besides, he reassured himself as he loitered by the bench under the bus stop, he could trust Toga.

She had improved in leaps and bounds as she came of age; deadlier, sleeker, more attuned to the ebbs and flows of the world around her. She wasn’t that girl who chattered about blood anymore.

Oh, she still held a strange fascination with the fluid. But she had more control over those impulses that drove her. If she said it was the best place, well, who was he to argue? Toga had been with him from the beginning, a vital ally. Hell, at this point she was close to being a friend.

Shigaraki is still musing when the ball taps its way to his feet.

It clatters against the pavement; the rubber shuttling it along the loose rocks and leaves. Unthinkingly, Shigaraki lifts his shoe to balance against its unbound movement, stilling its lulling bounces.

Must be from that schoolyard, he thinks, his red eyes flashing up at the low chain-link fence that separates the school grounds from the busy street.

There’s no child dashing their way to retrieve it, so he lets his gaze slip from the teeming masses of giggling youngsters. It’s a pretty blue. The ball looks new. Hardly a scuffed and battered thing.

He keeps it under his sole, toying with it, rolling it meditatively as he slips back into his thoughts.

“Hey! That’s mine!”

It’s a small voice that calls to him and he turns his head back to the fence, looking for the source.

It’s a girl.

She’s leaning against the metal, her hands clutching into the links, cocking her head inquisitively at him.

Her nose wrinkles at his silence, and she shouts another demand.

“Mister, that’s my ball. Toss it back.”

“Aren’t you supposed to say please?” Shigaraki taunts, his lips lifting in a quick grin. He’s not sure why he’s bothering to engage with this kid, but something about her plucky attitude resonates with him.

She leans away from the fence, that scowl deepening on her soft features.

“Aren’t grown ups not supposed to steal things?”

He laughs at her snark. He can’t help it. Oh, this kid’s fun.

Carefully slipping the ball into his hands, he moves closer to the fence. He can see her a little better now.

She’s still got that deep frown on her face and her dark hair is gleaming in the afternoon sun, some strands catching the light, reflecting a deep, auburn, hue. He’s just about to chuck the ball to her when he catches sight of her eyes.

They’re red.

Not that red eyes are unusual. There are plenty of people milling around Tokyo with them. But hers are different.

No, these eyes are like looking into a mirror for Shigaraki. They flint and glare with the same sheen as his own. It’s a prefect reflection.

His feet suddenly feel heavy, leaden, and he can’t lift his arms. Who is this child? Why does she-

“Ok, ok, mister. Can I please have my ball back? You’re still stealing it if you don’t, so I’m not apologizing for that. I might... if you give it back to me, cuz’ it’s my ball, not yours. And, stealing makes you a thief.”

She’s rolling those uncanny irises at his stiff form, and a huffing sigh escapes her small mouth.

“What’s your name?” Shigaraki asks, hands trembling over the rubber of the ball.

“Not supposed to tell that to strangers, mister.”

He smiles again, bemused. Well, he thinks begrudgingly, she’s a clever little thing. Whoever she is.

A sharp bell echoes across the yard and she turns her head at the sound, her dark hair tumbling around her shoulders.

“Here,” Shigaraki relents, gently flipping the ball over the fence, bouncing it to her feet.

“Thanks,” she murmurs, quickly snatching up her prize. Those red eyes of hers meet his own, and he can feel a low shiver echo up his spine. What’s up with this reaction? It almost feels visceral, like some sort of otherworldly pull on him.

“Sorry I called you a thief,” she apologizes, quickly bowing her head, ducking those eerie eyes from view.

He’s not sure what to say, so he continues to watch her. She doesn’t seem perturbed by this, opting to giggle at him as her little head lifts.

“You’re weird,” she assess, a smile finally spreading over her lips, her cheeks rounding and softening. 

Tch, she’s rude, but she’s also cute, Shigaraki thinks, snorting at her frankness.

She turns, dashing away from him, her dark hair flowing around her back as she goes.

Shigaraki shakes his head, trying to dislodge those lingering questions that keep floating to the back of his mind.

He’ll never see her again, he reasons, wandering back to the bus stop. Trying to tamp down the urge to look for her again, to pinpoint her from the other giggling and shouting children on the playground.

But he did see her again.

He comes back to the stop a few weeks later.

There’s no information pickup this time. There’s no real reason for him to even be on this side of town.

He just can’t get her out of his mind.

This little kid had shaken something within his psyche. He kept dreaming about her. Well, not her, really. No, there was someone else haunting his dreams.

He hasn’t thought about you in years.

But now? Now, he can’t get you out of his head. He even feels like he can feel you some nights, warm against his side. He sulks in the memories of the familiar touches that the two of you shared, the love that you’d pressed into him, so, so long ago.

He saw the girl in those moments. Resting in your arms as you looked up, your eyes bright against her dark head. The girl would laugh and run to him, those reflective red eyes shining with mirth. 

It was fucking strange.

He both hated, and loved, the repetitive nature of these illusions. They made him feel safe and warm, but they also chilled him to his very bones. It was unsettling.

Unsure what else to do, he’d back come to the bus stop.

It’s early afternoon. Close to the time he’d visited it before. He waits on the lonely bench, his hands pressed together and that strange tremble races through his veins.

This is stupid, he thinks, his eyes lowering from the sea of kids, all twisting and turning in a heap as they play. It’s an impossibility, really. The chances of that girl losing her ball again is minuscule. There’s no way he can call to her either. It’s a waste. He shouldn’t even be here.

He’s standing to leave, when that small voice reaches him.

“Oh! You’re back.”

His head whips around, his long white hair glowing against the sunlight.

There she is.

She’s gripping the fence again, and she’s staring right at him.

Shigaraki smiles. It’s a gentle lift and he can feel his heart tapping a rough tattoo against his ribs. He steps toward her, kneeling when he gets close, careful to not overstep his bounds.

He’s not wanting to startle her.

No, he’s wanting to talk with her. Maybe she’ll drop some kinda clue why he’s so drawn to her. Or maybe she’ll morph into any other child again. Plain, uninteresting. Slipping from that odd ghost that she’s become to his subconscious. 

He hopes it’s the latter. But part of him also longs for it to be the former.

She’ll hop to the fence around 3:15.

She looks for him now, used to the routine of his presence.

He told her to call him Tomura, and the name falling from her lips made his heart ache.

Tomura stopped by on Fridays. Careful to not stay too long, to not draw too much attention to himself.

At first, he’d sneak her little trinkets. 

A little plastic toy of his, one that he had since he was a kid. She’d squealed with delight and clutched it to her. He’d grinned at that, remembering how he’d once held onto the thick plastic himself. 

Once, he’d just plucked a nearby flower as he walked to the school, presenting it to her outreached grasp. He’d watched proudly as she tucked it behind her ear, the color glossy beside her hair.

She’s still a sassy little thing. But she’s softened a little, too. Her voice losing that early, untrusting, edge.

He didn’t ask her much. Sometimes they both just sat in silence as she sketched designs into the dirt. Sometimes he would listen to her chatter about her day. Her classmates, her teacher. Once, she’d even pressed something over the fence to him.

It was a drawing.

He’s not sure if it really was all that well done, or if it’s just his heavy bias toward her. But he loves the mix of color and lines. He’d asked who the people were.

One was her friend, Kenji. One was her teacher. One was him.

He’d pinned it to the wall in his room. Displaying it, flaunting the gift. He looked at it every morning, admiring her work.

He’s late one day, and she scolds him, her small arms draping over the fence.

“I didn’t think you were going to come,” she chatters, her red eyes lingering against his, the two colors casting back the same hue.

“Was running behind,” Tomura replies, leaning against the low concrete barrier, resting his back against the fence.

Her little hands reach for his hair, playing with the pearlescent tendrils, weaving some into knots and braids. 

He doesn’t mind.

“Hey, Tomura,” she says, working a tiny hairband into her creation, her voice curious.

“Hmm,” he hums, careful to not shift his head, not wanting to disrupt her hard work.

“You didn’t ask my name again. At least… not after that one day.”

“Do you want me to ask?” He queries, his pulse lifting.

He’d wanted to ask her again, but he didn’t want to startle her, to shatter these innocences that they shared.

“It’s Beryl,” she answers. She says it confidently, and he turns to face her.

She grins at him, wiggling one loose tooth playfully at his serious expression, trying to tug a laugh from him.

“Beryl?” he repeats, unable to keep that awed hush from his raspy tones. It’s a pretty name. It suits her, really. But it’s strange. It’s not Japanese. 

You hadn’t been Japanese. 

“That’s a good name,” he assures her. “But, it’s not… you don’t hear that name very often.”

“Yeah,” Beryl concedes, her vermillion eyes roving over his face. “My mom’s not from here.”

His nostrils flare at that.

He hasn’t asked her about her mother. He’s unsure if it’s a general disinterest on his part, or trepidation. He fears it’s the latter.

Gulping, he tilts his head at her, feeling that soft braid she’s plaited into his hair shifting.

“Who’s your mother?”

“Who is she? She’s my mom, silly.”

“No,” he pauses, ignoring that creeping tremor that’s working its way to the top of his skull, his skin prickling and cooling. “I mean…what’s her name?”

“Oh! Her name is-”

“Beryl! Beryl, it’s time to come inside.” A teacher is calling for her. 

Tomura startles away, drifting to his feet and pacing quickly back to the bus stop. He can’t help the snarl that etches its way across his lips. He’d been so close. So fucking close…

He chances a glance back at the fence and catches sight of Beryl. She’s dashing across the playground, her dark hair waving in the sun.

Japan is about to slip into summer. School will come to a close, moving into a long break. He won’t see her again for almost a month.

His heart sinks at that realization and he grits his teeth. Slipping his hands into his dark trench coat, he steps across the street, away from the bus stop, away from the little girl that’s feeling more and more like his own.

Edit: oh hey. so, i couldn’t stfu about this and created a sequel: Materfamilias 

hahaha & part iii

Musical lover! Kats x Musical lover fem! reader, divorced a few months ago.

Just a drabble ; angst ; no happy ending ; Katsuki already has a girlfriend.

A winter day with snow all over the city hit once more, and she lays on her bed tucked in and shivering.

He goes to her house cuz today is extremely cold, bringing hot chocolate since he knows she won't even turn the heater on. Opening the door with the keys he still has "in case of emergency".

"Katsuki? Wtf are you doing here?" She asks as soon as the door to her room opens to reveal him with a cup in his hand. "Spare key, brought chocolate, this house is cold asf and you look cold." He answers, turning on the heater and sitting down on the edge of the bed, handing her the drink.

They chat and laugh and for some reason he finds himself tucked in bed w her cuz he's just so warm, they soon begin to sing musical songs like "Seventeen", " Not while I'm around", "I am Damaged", " Helpless", "You matter to me" in duet, each turning more romantic than the other... until Kat's new gf calls him.

He doesn't answer, the vibrations stopping after a few seconds,letting out a soft sigh and looking straight into her eyes, such an apologetic gaze as if he were trying to confess once more but with such a sad turn.

"When did we change?" He asks, suddenly the warmth from his body next to hers, not hugging, not cuddling, but just being there isn't enough. "I think... We caught up in routine." Her voice is so soft it's sharp, yet no reaction (at least visible) from either of them.

"I missed being like this with you" —silence fills the room for some seconds— "yeah, me too... You still look ugly asf from this view" laughter fills the room, the warmth from the voices mixing making everything better for a moment. "Who's talking? You look like shit! Shivering like a wet dog.", " Well, at least I don't LOOK like one". The teasing does nothing but warm up the situation, a familiar warmth filling the air.

His legs cross a little over hers, providing more physical warmth. She doesn't complain, how can she? This is what she was used to. "I missed this too... This apartment is so big for only one, sometimes when I sing I can hear the echo through the rooms." She says, earning laughter from the spiky man. "It's true! It's also a pain in the ass to clean", " oh, so I'm just a cleaner to you?" He teases once more, an offended tone that he can only use with her, playful to a level no one else knows.

"Of course not! You were also a good chef!" Snorting out a loud laugh she can't help but cover her mouth, earning grunting from the man and laughter back. "You're so mean, like you can't cook yourself! But yeah... You liked my food more than anyone, I'll give you points." Silence... It fills the room once more until the words that are about to come out of her mouth are stopped.

His phone rings again, the only sound for a moment before she sighs and smiles softly, "You have someone to go back to... Don't hurt her, okay? Sometimes you have a way of... Doing that without meaning to." His smile is different. Not sad, not happy, not angry, but regretful, it is written all over his face. The phone goes to voicemail once more, taking the man out of his trance. He gets up and nods, giving a faint smile with those remorseful eyes.

"I guess I do... It was nice being here again, I'll see you soon." He says, hesitant, not wanting to leave, this can't be over! Not again. Yet, he walks out the door... And he's gone once more.

She stays there, wondering when did everything went downhill, why is the man she feels so comfortable with now going to another girl's arms.

It hurts, but it hurts more because she knows that it wouldn't be the same even if they got back together, maybe routine isn't for everyone.

A/N: hi! I don't intend this to be a series or something more, I got the idea from mint matcha here in tumblr!! I reblogged it if you want to give it a look! Gave it my own turn cuz I daydreamed abt this scenario a little too much and hurt my own feelings in the process lol! Bye!

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♡ Restless Nights ♡ (Levi x Reader)

No one asked for this but I changed some things around to make it a (Y/N) instead of an OC of mine, I like writing for him, it's easier to input (Y/N) in there since the terms were gender neutral for my OC to begin with. It's….endearing but I wouldn't call it fluffy, I might write more of it and make little stories that follow a timeline if that's what anyone is interested in reading.

Word count: 1.2k

The soft sounds of Cadets snoring could be heard throughout the halls; rest seemed so easy for them, trapped within the confinements of the walls where safety is secured within the capital of Trost, it would be a lie if I said all of them were asleep, the real restless people tend to be the squad leaders, and (Y/N) seemed to be no different, tossing and turning in their sheets as they were unable to find a position best suited for their comfort, but it seemed hopeless, it was well past midnight at this point before they decided to get up from their bed, a sigh leaving past their lips as their feet touched the cold wooden floor. Their face contorted to one of discomfort at the cold chill the room seemed to have.

They stood and stretched out their limbs hearing the popping sound release some of the stiffness within their joints as they grunted out a noise before they stopped digging around in their dresser for something more comfortable to wear, it was winter time yet no snow fell onto the ground, it was just so….fucking cold. Once they found more suitable clothing to leave their quarters in the barracks they changed into them before slipping on their boots and leaving their room, the halls were illuminated with the candle lights, a deep frown was etched onto their face as the soft pitter-pattering of their boots hitting the wooden floors was all that seemed to be present, the guards….well they were in their stationed but snoring away causing them to roll their eyes, but they didn’t do anything about it.

They continued to walk down the halls, with no destination in mind, they didn’t expect anyone to be awake this late into the night, oh how mistaken they were. As they reached the end of the hall where a balcony was overhead they noticed a particularly short captain, he wasn’t in his uniform but he did seem to be stuck in thought, his lips pursed into a thin line, but they were unable to see his face with his back turned towards them. Biting the inside of their lip, they sighed before stepping towards the balcony where Captain Levi was seated, he seemed to like looking up at the moon and stars from her understanding, from their observations that is. They noticed when she had to work late that he was here almost every single time.

They never approached him during those times however….far too introverted for their good, he intimidated them, and his harshness towards the younger soldiers, although they noticed how his attitude wasn’t as bad when they had their very brief interactions, they noticed that he would stare a little longer than was needed when they were speaking to someone, they just never broached the topic, not being sociable themselves they found the situation nerve-racking. So when they approached him they leaned against the edge of the stone balcony, although regretted their decision quickly with how cold it felt under their fingertips. (Y/N) and Levi sat in comfortable silence for a moment before his eyes that stared up at the sky looked over towards them before he raised a brow.

“The hell are you doing up so late?” He asked, his voice holding its normal edge to it, although his comment was lighthearted in nature, their eyes drifted to him. “Couldn’t sleep…” they said softly, sleep was hard for them after all, night terrors often waking them up at night if they were in a deep enough sleep. “I see…” he hummed before glancing back up at the stars and the moon that was now suddenly covered by the clouds in the sky before frowning again before he turned his attention back to (Y/N) who looked over at him. “Tch, well you should go back to bed, we have an explanation in the morning.” He said, his signature scowl on his face, (Y/N) chuckled at this. “Well, I could say the same for you Captain.” They mused softly causing him to huff.

“Don’t worry about me, I'll be fine. And don’t call me Captain, it’s annoying. I never refer to you as ‘Captain (Y/N)’ , the title is fucking ridiculous.” He waved them off, their heart seemed to skip a beat at his harsh words, he seemed so detached, that it caused them to smile. “Alright, then Levi….I couldn’t help but notice how often you’re up here is all, I likely won’t be able to sleep for the rest of the night.” Levi scoffed, his attention shifted away from them as he stepped away from the balcony brick. “When was the last time you slept?” His voice got low as he shifted closer to them his fingers barely brushed under their eyelids as the dark circles were prominent but nothing extreme. “Yesterday…?” Their tone came off as more of a question, Levi was quick to retract his hand away from them, a look of disbelief written on his face. “That explains why you look like shit. Can’t even remember the last time you slept.” His tone was low, almost a whisper as he spoke before he ran a hand through his hair.

“I don’t understand why you care so much about my sleep…” they said as they felt blood rush to their face as they looked away, a light pink tint dusted their cheeks as they looked away from him trying to calm down their racing heart. He didn’t respond for a moment until they looked back at him, he seemed to be lost in his thoughts again. “It’s my job to care idiot, otherwise you might slip up and a Titan might eat your entire team. Don’t screw it up.” He definitely didn’t need to care for their well-being, he could care less about everyone else it seemed, although they knew he cared and hid his feelings from everyone to make it look like he was a hard ass. “Why the fuck are you smiling it’s creeping me out.” He spoke before his hands reached up and squished their cheeks together to get them to stop that nonsense. “Stop that.”

Levi chastised softly before his thumb gently brushed up against the warm plumpness of their lower lip. It was smooth against his coarse fingertips After a few moments he let go of them, and realizing the gravity of his actions he quickly deflected it. Sucking in a deep breath of air he muttered something quietly to himself. “Whatever, get lost, go back to bed, I’m sure Hange will be around to wake you up whenever they get up in the morning.” So he did pay attention….(Y/N) was normally around Hange, but it wasn’t as noticeable to most. “Huh…how the bell do you know that-“ Levi was quick to cut them off with a wave of his hand dismissively. “It doesn’t matter brat. Okay, goodbye, goodnight.” He urged her to go back to their dorms. “Okay…goodnight Levi.” They bid their goodbyes to the man who held his face in his hands, he normally never ever slips up like he did just now.

Maybe he was just tired…yeah that’s it. That’s all it is, he’s just tired. As they parted ways, (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile a little, they made their way back to their dorm removing their boots, and climbed back into bed finally finding a spot that was comfortable enough for them to doze off in. The pleasant thoughts on what the future had in store for the scouts and the possibility of getting closer to Levi, although it was a slim chance he would even entertain the idea. But anyone can dream.