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fluffi · 3 years

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MY DETENTION BUDDY :: JAY

pairing: jay x gn!reader genre: fluff, badboy!jay, highschool!au, friends-enemies-lovers!au word count: 2k event: for @lovesick-net and (early) jay day 200421 <3 author’s note: simple little one-shot for jay’s birthday (i wont be uploading anything for his actual birthday). i had to speedrun this fic because i kept changing the plot and this hasnt been proofread twice (unlike my other fics) T-T i hope it’ll still work out. warnings: (reader makes one bad decision)

Ring...ring...ring...ring..ring…

Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring

Ringringringringiringringringring.

RIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRRI-SLAM!

The alarm clock stopped its boisterous wailing

10 more minutes. I don’t have to style my hair today.

Thirty minutes passed.

RIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRIRI- SLAM!

Ugh. I’ll just miss assembly.

RIRIRIIRRIRIRI-

This time, the ringing stopped before he could slam his hand over the alarm clock.

“Jongseong, do you not have school today?” Jay could only make out a bush of black that stood above him as he sat up, dazed and drowsy.

“Yeah, I do. I’m about to get ready. Why?”

“It’s 9 am! You should be at school! At this point, you don’t even have to go anymore.” His mother huffed in disappointment.

It was an exaggeration, but she had a point. School started at eight in the morning. It was already an hour later but he was still sitting in bed.

“I’ll get ready now. 10 minutes. Good to go.” He shooed his mom away, already running to the bathroom to wash up.

“I’m leaving now Jay. You know darn well that I have an important meeting today and I can’t miss it just for you to not get a tardy. Heck, you’re already late! You’re-”

“Mom! I can’t walk to school! It takes too long.” Jay whined as he brushed his teeth, his muffled voice interrupting his mother’s speech.

“Young man, stop interrupting me. I told you a week ago about today’s event and it’s not my fault that my oldest son can’t take care of himself. You’re going to have to take another mode of transport, you’re old enough to deal with this yourself!” With that, his mother stormed out of his room, her feet obnoxiously thumping on the floor.

“I’m also your only son...” Jay muttered.

Of all days, why did she have to have her meeting today? Monthly evaluations aren’t that important. Dangit, I should’ve been taught how to drive. Jay returned to his rapid multitasking, grabbing his school uniform while washing his face. He didn’t even look twice,

After taking the quickest shower he had ever taken in his entire life and shoving all of his essential (what he determined as essential, at least) belongings into his bag, he opened to door and dashed outside only to be met with…

Rain.

Rain everywhere. Drenching the front yard’s perfectly tended flower garden and creating heaps of watery mud. It was pouring at 9.15 am. There was thunder and occasional flashes of light zooming through the clouds. The city was in shambles.

Not like, shamble, shambles. It was shambles in Jay’s opinion as he groaned and stomped his way through the rain.

Screw school. Screw this stupid rain, screw my alarm clock, screw this-

“Dude, why are you running in the rain? You’re soaked. Are you heading to school?” A pink-haired boy in a red Ferrari shouted from across the street.

Jay sighed in relief, immediately running across the road to said Ferrari. “Choi Yeonjun. You are a life-saver. Could I get a ride real quick? I’ll pay back for engine fees and for soaking the inside of your Ferrari with rainwater.”

“Hop right in, and don’t worry about returning. Let’s have some fun with this baby.” Yeonjun smirked and revved the engine, swerving past cars and buildings like it was a little RPG game.

At this rate, I’ll make it to school in no time.

“Dude, I’m so sorry. I guess you have to walk.”

Just as he thought things were taking a better turn, Yeonjun decides to show off his new driving skills and zooms through roads at a rapid speed, so fast that he crashed the car by a tree. It was a miracle that both of them didn’t get hurt but as far as Jay was concerned, he could worry about that some other time. This was just slowing him down on his long and tedious journey towards his form of hell.

On the bright side, the rain had stopped and the sunshine was back as if nothing had happened.

“I’ll get going to school.” Jay internally groaned and started sprinting in the direction of his school.

“Hey, at least I helped you get closer to school! Didn’t I?” Yeonjun shouted from behind and coyly smiled.

Such a boastful punk, Jay thought. “Whatever, bro!” He turned back and gave his older friend a quick wave before dashing off.

“Park Jongseong! You’re late...again.”

“I’m aware.” Jay didn’t spare his English teacher an eye and slung his backpack over the chair, about to take a seat.

“Stop giving me attitude, I’m your teacher.Why are you tardy for the fourth time this month?”

“Alarm clock.”

“Alarm clock what? Are you afraid to speak up? I don’t see you acting like this in the hallways.”

Jay looked down at his feet and sighed before side-eyeing his teacher. “Overslept, okay? Sir if you could just let me off the hook you would be able to proceed with your Shakespeare nonsense.”

The entire class snickered. It was no secret that Jay loathed Mr. Jung, the English teacher. Who didn’t? Mr. Jung treated every student in school like they were incapable toddlers and it was a wonder that anyone would dare to stand up to his stupid remarks. Jay’s carefree attitude towards his horrible teachers was one of the reasons why he earned so many fangirls.

Not like you were one, of course. You watched as he pulled his chair out and sat next to you out of the three other vacant seats at the back of the class.

Mr. Jung rolled his eyes and continued writing on the blackboard. “Also, Jongseong,” he added, “you’re wearing your school shirt the wrong way round. See you in detention for your tardiness.”

A few of the girls in a few seats in front of him whispered rapidly, although whispering didn’t stop Jay from finding out about their gossip.

“Lol! So much for being the bad boy of our grade. He looks like a wreck today.”

“I know right? I wonder what the other fangirls will think of this. Should we send the pictures to the fan club?”

The second girl giggled. “Yeah, duh. Name it jay-park-wreck-images.”

So much for my reputation. Jay could only roll his eyes as he pulled out his supplies, ignoring the camera clicks coming from the seats in front of him.

“Oh, yay. At least I’ll have a detention buddy now.”

Jay eyed you up and down like your statement was some sort of monstrosity. “Detention? You, detention? Pfft.” He laughed.

“Yeah, Jay. Me, detention. Why are you so happy about it? Glad to be stuck with another girl?”

“What, no-no. You just...don’t seem like the type to be in detention. How’d you get it?”

“This..may be kind of embarrassing, but...” You turned to the side and Jay gasped.

On the sleeve of your uniform was a...rabbit? It wasn’t too obvious as to what the marker doodle was but it was apparent that you had intentionally spent time to draw on it.

“Look, I was bored in assembly this morning and found a spare marker in my pocket! Don’t judge, we all know how bad assembly can be.” You blurted just as Jay was about to ask why you had done what you did.

“You could’ve just drawn on your hand or done something else with the marker.” Jay sighed and shook his head at your dumb decision.

“I was out of my mind, okay? Ugh, Assembly always drives me nuts. I got called out for for the horrendous ink bleed when Mr. Jung saw as I walked into the classroom. He said it ‘didn’t follow school guidelines’.”

“For once, I agree with Mr. Jung. It was a stupid choice, you know? If you didn’t draw on your uniform then you wouldn’t have to go to detention now.”

“Jay Park, the bad boy of school, is telling me to be a rule abider. Biggest twist of the century.” You rolled your eyes.

Jay frowned and turned back at you, losing that little spark in his eyes that he once kept. “I’m not a bad boy you know? I just don’t like the system in place here.”

“As if anyone is going to believe that. Go hang out with another girl of yours. I’m not here to be your toy.”

“People like you are the reason why everyone thinks I’m a bad person. I thought you were different, you know?”

You had been preoccupied with taking notes for class, but now you looked at him with squinted eyes. “Well, I am different. Different as In someone who doesn’t fall for your useless charms. Go suck up to your fangirls or something.”

Jay rolled his eyes and scooted away from you. He thought he had been lucky to meet you, but he guessed not.

You always do this, you idiot. You were so close to making a new friend.

You put your hands in your head and side-eyed Jay, who seemed to be struggling as Mr. Jung blurted out an entire unit’s summary.

The boy hadn’t brought any stationery and was definitely on the wrong page of the textbook. You figured that he was this disheveled from his absolute lack of planning but you still felt bad.

His hair was a mess, it was still damp from the rain before. If only you could help him style it…

Why do I want to touch his hair? That’s weird and gross.

You were so occupied with thinking about Jay that you realized that he was still struggling in class.

Maybe you could make things better.

“I’m sorry.”

Jay was struggling to find the page you guys were on for class when a pencil blocked his view.

“What do you want?” He said as he tried to look past your pencil swinging.

“It’s a pencil for you since I realized that your table is practically empty and you’re going to need something to take notes with for later. Also, it’s page 153, not 53.” You leaned over to help him flip the pages.

“Oh, that makes so much more sense. I was wondering why we were relearning unit 3 when finals aren’t even near yet.”

You raised your eyebrows, looking up at a relieved Jay. “So you do pay attention in class.”

“Of course I do! I’m a student. You should stop using that stereotype on me.” Jay frowned and a tinge of disappointment shadowed his face.

“Right, I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying to work on it, it’s rumors and assumptions that have built up over the past few years and I understand that it shouldn’t get in the way of our friendship.”

“Friendship? We have a friendship?” Jay chuckled and cocked an eyebrow up, teasing you.

Maybe it was that eyebrow slit or the weird tension that was building up between the both of you. You felt your face heat up. “I mean- yeah, friendship. Are we not friends?”

“I don’t know, hun. I thought we were something more.”

“Um...best...friends?”

It was perfect timing as the bell rang and you immediately started packing things into your bag, eyes glued to the clock instead of the amused boy next to you.

Jay laughed, running his hands through his blonde locks and watching as you started running out of class, your eyes occasionally looking back at him to see if he was still staring at you.

“See you in detention!” He called, drawing the attention of your classmates.

Jay Park needs to learn how to shut his mouth. Everyone was now staring at you and you were flustered, embarrassed, shocked, and confused. The weird mix of emotions were driving you nuts. All you could muster was a little nod and you dashed out of there as fast as you could.

“Today we’re going to learn about Murphy’s Law. It is where anything that can go wrong will go wrong.”

“But everything that can work, will work.” Jay raised his hand and added, sparing a glance at you jotting notes in the back of the classroom, oblivious to his reference towards you.

“You’re right Jay. Murphy’s Law works both ways. Reversing it is considered part of science…”

Today morning was a storm (figuratively and literally) and everything seemed to be going wrong for Jay. Murphy’s Law prevails. but there’s always a rainbow after the storm. You were his rainbow and his lucky charm.

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ninzied · 5 years

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another kind of goodbye

for @carry-the-sky. happy birthday, my friend! have a little post-cancellation kastle fic.

It’s three months, give or take, when Frank lets himself think about her again. Really think about her. Not in the passing kind of way, where he’s walking down some street and sees a bouquet of gardenias, like the kind he’d almost gotten her instead of the roses that day. Or when he’s sipping on coffee, and Karen’s face flashes like a mirage at him across the cheap Formica table – blonde hair almost white under the shit diner lighting, but those eyes still so blue as she told him he would never lie to her.

So – okay, so he thinks about her. He thinks about her.

(He wonders if she—)

Frank eventually makes his way back to the city again, after. Another day, another job. Madani thinks he’s meant for something greater than this – than picking off these scum-of-the-earth kinds of assholes that litter the streets of a place like New York.

He can’t believe that he was meant for greater, but. Sometimes, he does wonder. If a part of him – whatever part of him that’s not still buried deep down in the ground with his family – was meant to come back here. To walk these streets and feel the pull of her, always, even when that’s all he can afford to feel.

He tells himself that has to be enough.

He’s been laying low, since his return. Coughed up some cash for a three-hundred-square-footer in Brooklyn, but he crosses the bridge to the city most days, maybe even finds his way to Hell’s Kitchen from time to time too. It’s risky, he knows. If Murdock catches wind of him, they’d be lucky to walk away from each other in one piece. And Karen…

There’d be a different kind of hell to pay, if Karen ever found out.

His phone gives a single buzz in his pocket as he’s hunkering his way down 47th, and he stops in his tracks, nearly colliding with an elderly woman in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Excuse me!” she says in a shrill voice, bag clutched tight to her chest.

“Apologies, ma’am,” he nods as she makes a show of putting as much distance between them as possible, and then he fishes his phone out, hesitating for one absurd moment before glancing down at the screen.

Back in town yet, Castle?

He barks out a laugh. Chrissakes, Madani.

His phone buzzes again.

I have a job for you, if you’re still interested.

“Still,” mutters Frank, with a scoffing shake of his head. He thinks he admires her perseverance, but Madani’s gotta know she’s only wasting her breath.

He cuts south down 10th, toward Lincoln Tunnel. It’s a brisk day, and the wind on his face feels sharper than usual, considering he hasn’t bled much there in a while. He jams his hands deeper into his pockets, ignoring the insistent drone of Madani’s follow-up call.

He’s got a date with a park bench on the wrong side of town, and if he closes his eyes, he can pretend it’s the same bridge overlooking the water, and when he opens them again Karen’ll be there, waiting for him.

…

His closest call comes with, of all people, the lawyer. Not Red – the other one. Franklin Nelson.

Frank’s emerging with coffee two storefronts down just as another door opens, and he’s cursing himself for not seeing the signs when out tumbles Nelson with his back turned, adjusting his tie against the wind.

“Foggy bear, wait!” someone else is laughing, and a blonde lady steps out to chase after him, slinging a purse over her shoulder and reaching with her other hand to link around his elbow.

“I told him this was gonna make me late for work,” grumbles Nelson, but without any heat to the words. “Dad’s surprise party isn’t until tomorrow, don’t know why this couldn’t have waited – oh, crap, I forgot I told Karen I’d pick up some coffee—”

Nelson’s about-facing sharply, girlfriend following closely behind. He doesn’t appear to notice Frank crouched down in a corner by the 7-Eleven, hood obscuring half his face as he trains his eyes on the ground by their feet. The girl unearths some coins from her bag as they pass, clinking them onto the lid of Frank’s coffee cup without seeming to hear his low mutter of thanks.

He’s leapt up the moment he hears the door latch shut, brushing the coins into his palm as he goes.

He leaves them with a guy camped out by the train stop, a dog lifting her head from their blankets to blink sleepy eyes up at Frank, and he walks away harder, takes the steps two at a time and wishes – God he wishes—

…

Another text from Madani.

He shuts his phone off. Goes back to retrieve it ten seconds later from the trash can that he’d dumped it in, wiping it down and scowling as her message pops up on the screen.

Castle – offer still stands, FYI.

“You should call her back,” advises a man huddled down by the newsstands next to him. His face is like leather, worn down and weathered with age, with living. “Apologize for whatever it is that you did, so you don’t end up out here like me.”

“Already there,” Frank tells him, turning the phone over and over in his hand. Madani’s message lights up again each time, flashing and flashing until he sees it like a burn through his retinas even when the phone’s no longer facing him.

“Damn. That’s a damn shame.” The guy shifts, scratching at a spot on his back. “Maybe shouldn’t’ve stayed away from her for so long.”

Frank shakes his head, uttering a short, incredulous laugh. “Well, maybe I got my reasons, yeah? You think about that?”

“Doesn’t matter what I think,” shrugs the guy. “Does she think they’re any good? These reasons of yours?”

Frank turns away, jaw working furiously.

“Yeah.” The guy shouldn’t have any right to sound as smug as he does, and yet. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

…

He’s got no place in coming here. He knows it. He knows it, but he thinks it was always meant to be this way, him circling back around to her, even after everything that he’s done to push her away. Maybe a part of him had never left. And the rest is just – there, hovering right at the edge of some sharp realization, that he could try to be whole again if he simply took that first step. And a part of Karen must at least sense that. It’s why she’d never really given up on him, before.

It doesn’t change how I feel about you.

Frank wonders if she’d forgive him this time. If he’d even want her to.

It wouldn’t be anything close to what he deserves, that’s for goddamn sure.

He gazes up at her fire escape, counts the number of steps it would take just to be able to reach that bottom rung from his vantage point across the street. Her shades are drawn, the lines of them blurred out in the dim orange light. On one corner of the windowsill, wedged up against the glass, there’s a small stack of books. On the other, a vase. From this angle, the shadows folded into the fabric of her curtains look almost like flower stems.

Frank squints, and the stems disappear.

…

There’s about a week in between, where he feels himself inching closer to something, each time he drops by her block. He never goes farther than the patch of sidewalk across from her building, but it’s getting harder not to just careen over the ledge.

More than anything, he wishes he knew, in those moments obscured in half-darkness, whether he’s come to look for that after she’d spoke of, or if he’s come to say goodbye.

Then, one day he spots flowers in her window, for the first time since—

(They’re pale white against the cream of her curtains, their stems dark slivers of green, and he imagines them pricking the pad of his thumb, drawing up a spot of blood.)

Frank takes a deep breath.

…

She doesn’t look surprised to see him when she opens the door, swinging it back two-thirds of the way before stopping. Her lips are pressed tightly together, like there’s too much to say, or maybe there’s things that she can’t, either way he can’t read her and he thinks she’s never terrified him more.

Frank drops his gaze, mouth moving soundlessly until the words grind their way out. “How’d you know I was here, Karen?”

He’s not sure what kind of answer he’s expecting. That Nelson had grown a real pair of eyes, or that Red had managed to ferret him out of his lurking somehow. Or maybe Karen really just hadn’t known at all, and those flowers were never for him.

What Karen says instead is, “Dinah and I grab a beer together, sometimes.”

“That right?” he asks, trying to lay out an image of this in his mind. It sits strangely there, stumping him for a moment, and some of his bewilderment must show on his face because Karen’s mouth almost turns up in a smile before flattening again.

She leans away from the doorjamb, waving her hand in a worn-looking gesture before letting it drop to her side. “Besides, you…haven’t exactly been subtle, in your haunting of Hell’s Kitchen.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that, other than a gruff, “’S’what dead men do, Karen,” as she folds her arms and sighs at him.

“You sure you’re not just losing your touch, Frank?” She steps into the doorway, whether to move closer to him or to block him out of her apartment, he can’t tell. “Or was it because you wanted me to know but couldn’t tell me to my face?”

His eyes snap up to hers, twitching slightly under the sharp weight of her gaze. He shakes his head, wishing he could just ask her, What do you want from me, Karen? but they’re long past that now, and if he can’t find his own way to answer her, then.

God, he really doesn’t deserve this woman.

“I think I—” He shifts his body and tries again. “I think I needed to figure some things out. Karen. I was waiting 'til I felt like I was ready, and I don’t think I’ll ever be that.” But I’m here, he wants to say, but I’m here.

“Yeah.” Karen’s nodding, hair falling into her face, and she brushes it back, resting her chin in her palm for a moment. “I know that, Frank.” All of the fight in her seems to have ebbed slowly back, and he resists the urge to reach out and shake the storm back into motion, to make her understand she doesn’t get to let him off the hook so easy.

The look she gives him now is softer, but he knows. Fight’s not done. May never be done. And he knows this because he knows he’ll never stop fighting for her.

She’s stepped back into the door, letting it swing open further. She doesn’t invite him in, but she’s quirked an eyebrow up at him, biting her lip with another deep sigh and a shake of her head.

“You, uh.” Frank glances back and forth at their surroundings, doesn’t quite meet her eye. Tries to lighten his tone through the gruffness as he asks her, “So, you wanted to see me?”

Her voice is soft, forbearing, with a hint of gentle knowing behind it. “You didn’t?”

She’s holding back the clear start of a smile from him this time, and Frank. Christ. It’s taking everything in him not to step toward her, to—

Karen tilts her chin at him, the motion loosening another wave of blonde hair, and he can’t remember anymore why he was trying so hard to stand back from all this. He’s moving, swaying forward until she’s just an arm’s length away, and there’s something almost teasing about the way she relaxes her shoulder into the door as she watches him.

“You back to kill some people, Frank?”

He feels a corner of his mouth turn up. This girl. He licks his lips, lets out a quiet sort of laugh. “That was the plan, yeah.”

Karen gazes up at him, unblinking. “Have you?”

“I was—” Frank has to look away for a moment, finally turning back when he can. His eyes are steady, boring into hers, voice low and full with meaning. “I was. Working on it.”

Karen nods. Doesn’t speak for long seconds, and he measures them out in heartbeats, chest tightening hard enough it feels like it might break when she asks him, very carefully, “Still?”

Frank steps closer, close enough to feel the way her breath shakes with a small sigh, how her body moves away from the door to meet him.

His hand is inches from hers, but he doesn’t reach for her. Not yet.

She waits, gaze searching. He gives the barest shake of his head, and a single word, gravel-filled, a promise. “No.”

Something cracks open in her expression, and it means everything to him, her head ducking away as though she can’t have him looking too closely at the way she's biting back that smile of hers, and he thinks – he thinks he wants to make her do it again, and again, for as long as she will have him.

“Would you like to come in, Frank?”

He takes her hand in his this time, feeling the pull of her as he steps across the threshold, door shutting firmly behind them, and it feels like coming home.

#kastle #kastleff #kastle ff #kastlenetwork #kastledaily #happy belated birthday haley!!!!!!#sorry for the unpolishedness #i may go back and edit it up a bit later lol #but i wanted to have something for you because you've been so lovely and welcoming!#i can't thank you enough!

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scenarihoes · 5 years

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Aaah youre writings so good! Can you do a kirishima x reader where she runs up to kirishima one day on the streets (who she hasnt met yet) and starts pretending to be his girlfriend. He gets the hint as 2 creeps start questioning him. But unlike most fics where the guys instantly smooth talking the reader hes just a blushing awkward mess like "holy crap a pretty girls arm is rapped around me! Shit stay focused!!!"

thanks for the request baby, enjoy!!!!!

my hero

Kirishima Eijirou / Reader

Sucker stick poking out from lips, late into the evening wandering down the mostly quiet street, the last thing Kirishima expected to collide with him was another person. He certainly didn’t expect to apologize, only for her to wrap her arms around his body, bury her face into his chest, and cry out, “There you are, I missed you so much!”“Woah-“ He doesn’t return your clingy gesture, hands coming to hover over your back with his eyes wide, face a hot red. “What’s going on here?”

You nuzzle your face against him, hands gripping tight fists in his shirt. He isn’t sure what to do- should be push you off? Clearly you thought you knew him, should he just wait for you to look at his face and then apologize for your mistake…? Stunned, he just stands there, trying to tell himself there’s no reason to flush so darkly at a obvious mix up.It only get’s worse when you suddenly shout, “I love you so much!”His mouth opens, he’s going to have to call you out on this, he can’t let you think you’re clinging to someone you /love/-“Oi, what the fuck is this?” A voice pipes from the shadows. He see’s eyes before he can see a figure creeping from the darkness. Piercing yellow, like a cat’s but not nearly as attractive. He see’s height, and then shoulders, long slender legs as the stranger show’s itself. Dark hair, scruffy cheeks with his hands shoved into his pockets. The slouched form and annoyed expression doesn’t make Kirishima feel very happy to see him.“You got a boyfriend? Lying bitch.” Another voice sounds, and Kirishima can feel himself growing nervous when another person emits from behind the first. He’s not nearly as rugged looking, maybe even a little plain, but his tone is even worse than the others. Ugly, demanding. “I’m so glad you’re here,” You don’t look back at them, grasping him even harder. He’s starting to connect the dots. “I was worried I wouldn’t see you.”Despite his natural instincts of protection, he feel’s his heart skip a beat when he can feel the heat of your face through his shirt. Suddenly that sucker in his mouth make’s him feel like he can do nothing but watch the two boys grow closer, and feel you hug him even more urgently.“Who the hell is this guy?” The golden eye’d male grunts, staring at Kirishima with darkening eyes. Finally you look over your shoulder, glaring at them. “He’s my boyfriend you creeps! Go away!”Kirishima tenses and feel’s his soul leave his body. It doesn’t stop him from pressing his hands flat to your spine, crushing you against himself maybe a little bit too hard. He know’s he must look like a red herring- on one hand he’s a big guy, muscled with blood red hair and jaggedly sharp teeth, but on the other, he’s got candy between those teeth and a face almost red enough to match his hairs hue. “You’re her boyfriend?” The smaller asks, narrowing his eyes. They’re blue, he can see that now. When you look up at him from his own chest, eyes literally pleading, he swallows hard. “Y-Yeah!” He shouts, careful to not let his sucker fall and hit you in the face. “I’m her man, so you better back off!”“Seriously? This guy?” Blue eyes find his own, and Kirishima is torn between two emotions: the urge to fight whoever these scumbags are in means of protecting you, and also his nerves flaring his chest everytime you rub your cheeks into him. He know’s you’re doing it for your own safety, playing a part, but he can’t not flush.He’s also party offended- what the hell does this guy mean, ‘seriously’?“This guy!” You shout, face still hidden against his body. “So go away!”“Baby come on,” Golden eyes drawls, and he’s coming closer. “We could show you one hell of a good time.” His buddy walks up beside him and crosses his arms.You shake your head. “I don’t wanna go with you! I’m staying right here with my boyfriend! Get out of here!” Kirishima holds you protectively against himself, but he doesn’t feel very strong. He feels like if they take one step closer he’ll have to throw down, but so long as they keep their distance, maybe they’ll take a hike. He glares at them even though he knows he’s flustered beyond belief. Such a cute person wrapped around him, depending on him. It make’s him angry, almost, to know two punks were harassing you long before you found someone to help you. “Tell them!” You look up at him, and he flushes again. He stares at you, lost in your eyes, until you whisper to him, ‘Please!’“O-Oh-“ He straightens and snaps his attention back to the two figures. “You heard her. She’s staying right here with me.”Golden eyes scoffs. “Whatever. She’s a tease, anyways. Let’s get outta here, man.” His friend lingers for a moment, and Kirishima has a split second where he feels like maybe they’ve been cracked, but he just scoffs as well. He spits on the concrete and huffs. “Lame.”Like rats, they slink right back into the darkness.You slump against him. He can hear your shaky breathing, can feel the way you still havn’t let go even when they’re long gone. It’s only when Kirishima realizes that he’s still got his arms wrapped securely around you does he jump, lifting his hands like he was breaking laws by continuing to touch you.“Sorry!” He blurts, red from his neck up. “I didn’t mean to just- Like- Force you to me, or- or anything.”Looking up at him, chin pressed to his chest, you tilt your head. It take’s processing for your eyes to suddenly widen, your hands gone from his shirt as you yank yourself away. “Oh shit, I’m sorry!”“D-Don’t worry about it!”“I just felt really safe, I didn’t mean to not let go.” You wring your fingers together, and in turn rubs his neck nervously.“It’s- It’s all cool! Who were those guys bothering you?”You shrug and glance over your shoulder as if they still might be there. “Just creeps who saw me walking alone and started bothering me.”“Good thing they turned tail, I would have taught them a lesson for sure.” Kirishima brings his hand to his other arms bicep, grinning.“Oh wow, thank you.” You giggle, running a hand through your hair. “I’m ____, by the way.”Kirishima feels a different kind of smile poke through his ferocious expression. Your name fits you so well, he feels his face start to turn red all over again. He rubs his neck and tries to not appear so bashed in front of you.“Oh, nice to meet you. I’m uh- Kirishima.” He states, and straightens his back. “Hero in training.”You blink at him, tilting your head. “Hero? You go to U.A.?”Pridefully, he nods and sticks his chest out. “Yep! Class 1-A!” “Oh wow, that’s so cool. I just go to the central highschool, nothing really fancy like that. I feel like I’ve seen you before- You participated in the sports festival, didn’t you?” Once more Kirishima nods, and you grin. “I knew I /thought/ I saw you from somewhere! I don’t know much about the heroes or anything like that, but I saw you fight that one white-haired guy, you were so cool!”Tetsu-Tetsu, a good friend of his. Kirishima laughs happily at your words. “Aw geez, thank you.”“No, thank you!” You blush and look up at from your lashes shyly. “The world could always use heroes like you. Especially during times like this, even if it is a little mundane to save some random girl from strangers.”Kirishima flushes again, his heart stutters. “What? That’s not mundane at all! I’m just glad I could help you out.”“Mm… I just feel a little bad, y’know? You were probably having such a nice night until I ran up to you… Is there anyway I can make it up to you?”In your tone, he notices, there’s something that goes a little further beyond just a basic ‘thank you’. It’s hopeful, like you’re insinuating something. He takes the chance and prays he’s reading you correctly.“I mean,” He rubs the back of his head, chuckling sheepishly. “You could let me get you coffee, or-or dinner, or something.” He shrugs. “Sometime.”“That-“ You stop and clear your throat, and when you speak up again you’re much softer now. “That would be great. Do you… Want my number?”“Yeah!” Kirishima blurts almost a little too eagerly. He reaches onto his pocket hands you his phone after fishing it out. “You can just type it in, if you want.”You punch your number in accordingly, occasionally glancing up at him with flustered eyes. He’s sure he looks the same, red faced and anxious. When you hand him his phone back, he checks it over. “Thank you.” He says, looking up at you.“Text me when you have some time… I’d love to see you again.”He feels his heart pang in his chest, his sucker still tucked against his cheek suddenly tasting a little bit sweeter. “Y-Yeah! That sounds awesome. Do you want me to walk you home…?”For a moment you stare at him, eyes wide, and he feel’s like he may have fucked it up already, but then you just giggle and nod quickly. “That would be great, thank you!”“Alright then,” He says as he lets out a deep breath. “Lead the way, then.”You come to his side and hold your hands to yourself, glancing up at him. Every-time you do his heart lurches in his chest, his cheeks growing just a little bit warmer. It’s not a long trip, just a few blocks away, but he loves it all the same- getting to know you just a little bit more. When you depart, standing in your doorway and waving him goodbye, bidding him a safe trip home, he’s on cloud nine. All the way back to his own home, away from the dorms over the weekend, the only thing that he can think about is what he’ll wear on your first date.

#mha #my hero academia #bnha #boku no hero academia #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijirou x reader #imagine #scenario #request #THANK U!

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finndoesntwantthis · 5 years

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Wrestlemania Predictions:

Figured i make this, mostly just so i could keep track of what the matches are. I name the WINNER as who i think will win, and then on some i say who i would prefer wins. :)

- Women’s Battle Royal: i wish this was put together better, and i wish it wasnt just used as a throw away for CERTAIN women who should be top talent, but oh well. i know the girls will do their best to put on a good match. WINNER: Lacy Evans, but i want Asuka.

- Men’s Battle Royal: all comments from above, but also at least we know this will make us laugh because of Colin and Michael. WINNER: Braun Strowman, but honestly i want Jeff Hardy :)

-The Miz vs Shane McMahon, Falls Count Anywhere: excellent build up and this match is gonna be BANANAS YALL. im already disappointed that it will once agian not end in a fast food parking lot five blocks away, as all FCA matches should, but its still gonna be good. WINNER: I feel like Shane will win, but obvs Miz deserves it.

-AJ Styles vs Randy Orton: The most random match on the whole card and yet????? Im so excited??? Love AJ, love his snarky comments to Randrew, and i expect at least 20 RKO’s out of nowhere. also AJ has to defend the entire Bullet Club’s honor! WINNER: AJ Styles

-Triple H vs Batista, No Holds Barred: So my father, Triple H, hasnt had a win at Mania in a while, and the Batista line in the set up to this where he’s all “you’ve never beaten me” makes feel like this is all just so Trips can get a win lol but the whole build up has been fun, and hopefully these old men just have a nice time. WINNER: Triple H

-Roman Reigns vs Drew Mcintyre: So i am looking forward to this because Drew is a fantastic bad guy and watching him beat up the shield has hurt my entire soul, but in a fun, wrestling kind of way. my hope is that Dean comes out and helps Roman win but IDK, if that doesnt happen then i will be depressed for a full year. WINNER: Drew, but yeah i want dean to help ro win :/

Kurt Angle vs Baron Corbin: HATE IT THANKS. best case scenario is that John Cena comes in and beats up Corbin and retires Kurt like we want him to. it could happen. WINNER: Kurt Angle, let the man retire in grace.

-Cruiserweight Championship, Buddy Murphy vs Tony Nese: I love the flippy boys, so i know this will be fun no matter how much WWE doesnt promote it. WINNER: Tony Nese

-Raw Tag Team Championship, The Revival vs Ryder/Hawkins: what a cluster fuck this has been. it should be revival vs aleister/rico, but WHATEVS. fuck tag team wrestling i guess. what i really hope happens in The Revival attacks ryder/hawkins, and then gets on the mic and rants about their treatment (it’s what they deserve) and then perhaps the Hardy Boys come crash the match and win the titles. Probably not tho, that’s too good of an idea. WINNER: The Revival

-Smackdown Tag Team Championship, Usos vs Aleister/Ricochet vs Nakamura/Rusev vs The Bar: Once again everyone in charge of booking forgot about tag team wrestling. I still think the match itself will be good because everyone in there is fantastic, but the build up was all wrong. WINNER: Aleister/Ricochet, but i want the Usos to retain :)

-Women’s Tag Team Championship, BossNHug Connection vs IIconics vs DOD vs Samoan Slaughterhouse: This is going to be one of the best matches of the night! Im actually very happy they 4 established teams as part of, because it allows for more women to be on the main card, and to show that the tag team division is Legit. WINNER: BossNHug, but i’d love either DOD or IIconics :)

-United States Championship, Samoa Joe vs Rey Mysterio: So Rey might be hurt which makes me sad because this match is gonna be RIDIC. these two together should be a lot of fun! Hopefully, if Rey is injured, he gets replaced by Andrade or Ali. WINNER, Rey (or replacement), but i hope Joe retains because i love him.

Intercontinental Championship, Bobby Lashley vs DEMON KING FINN BALOR: i mean yeah we all know how this is gonna go lmao Finn is gonna make Bobby look the best he’s looked in match all year. But you know what? We get The Demon at Mania, and thats all i really wanted. WINNER: Finn, obvs :)

Universal Championship, Brick Loser vs Seth Rollins: so this might be the biggest heart break of the night, just because......it’s the only Hero Loss of the night that wont totally kill the entire crowd. Like yeah we love seth and he deserves the win but......roman also deserved the win last year. I also want Dean to interfere in this match tho :) WINNER: Bork Laser, im sorry, i just think Seth is gonna have to take this L for the team :(

WWE Championship, Daniel Bryan vs Kofi Kingston: this match will put everyone to tears and we all know it. im gonna cry probably as soon as it starts. It will probably be match of the night, and the one everyone talks about for the ages, that’s just a fact, no matter who wins. WINNER: please for the LOVE OF GOD let it be Kofi, i think it will be, but if im wrong, i will never get over it.

Winner Take All, Women’s Championship, Becky vs Charlotte vs Lousy: this match will also be bananas, but i wish it was built better. the smackdown championship shouldnt be in here, but i will live. my one hope is that lousy doesnt win, i really really hope they dont give this to her, she didnt deserve to be champion at all yet anyway. i have no idea who will win this, even though we all know it should be becky. i just dont trust Vince to make the right call when it comes to women, because historically..... he doesnt...... WINNER: IDK, but it should be Becky

Other things:

I think Elias will get beat up by John Cena, if John doesnt involve himself in Kurt’s match.

Undertaker isnt listed for anything....... but i still hope he shows up to eat up 20 minutes of entrance time and do something ridic, like.....chokeslam Vince to hell? Yeah that would be good

Im sure Alexa will do a wonderful job as host :)

#wwe #wrestlemania 35 #becky lynch #finn balor #Kofi Kingston #seth rollins #aj styles #triple h #im just tagging the important people in this post #makes it easier for me to find later in my blog

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survivormuxloe · 5 years

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Episode 13: "so things went from Guatemala to Guatepeor” - Ahrre

david REALLY GOT BRAVE TRYNA COME FOR ME WHEN HIS ASS AINT IMMUNE HUH. aint it so.. vote me and ur ass gonna go... ijs!! rip my perf game but at least i was the last person to recieve votes so thats kinda cute.. it doesnt change the fact that im winning tho ALMFNBG like. just 3/4 more tribals to survive bitch.. give those immunity wins to me pls x :)))

LOWKEY MY ASS WAS NERVOUSSSS LIKE I DONT WANNA READ MY NAME ON THOSE PIECES OF PAPER AGAIN THO!!! altho my name is cute written out by anna highkey ngl.. maybe she'll write them in cursive for my winner reveal? x

my mind tho. rhys/tobi/ryan r all under my spell. missus mo and ahrre got brave and are gunna get a taste of hell when im not dying under exams lol x ALMFJHBFG

lvoe u gusys. xoxo ur winner scooty toots

Well fuck. David is gone. I’m in the minority. So now it’s just me and Ahrre. But I don’t want to settle for 6th or 5th place. I’ve made it this far I wanna make it to the end. So I’m going to try to wiggle my way through.

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So the situation is looking pretty grim, Rhys stuck with the majority, David the absolute unit is dead and I wouldn't be surprised if I'm the next one to go.

So right know things change as it's no longer about getting majority but rather get that group of 4 to cannibalize itself. Now the thing is that each of those 4 seem so confident in their position but only 3 make it to the end so that means at least one will end up being left out and that's just with a minimum level of snaking, but we know they are capable of way more shafty shit.

But their overconfidence in their position is not the only problem. It's also kinda hard when I've tried to blindside 3 of them. But hey at least you can't say I didn't try. Tobi is not willing to even tell me anything until tomorrow after we do the challenge. But he also says he's rooting for me as an underdog even if we're in oposite sides... Cheky fecker trying to get my jury vote...

As for the rest well I'll try to talk to them tomorrow, if I can commend Mo for something is that at least they might be more willing to work with him than me, which is clearly not a good thing for my game but eh wadda you do. I know for a fact by now everyone is gonna be saying that the plan is me going home probably 5-1 but if that's gonna end up being true or just a bluff for one of the 4 to get blindsided is still to see.

Either way I'm gonna try to stir some shit up and not be a voulnerable pleb waiting to be taken out or saved. Better dead than a goat.

These fattys are going down one by one... i love it... like highkey david going means that me and scott have to step up our physical games if we wanna take out ryan... someone else has to win immunity and then we can start pinning moves on ryan... I'm slowly repairing my relationship with ahrre by having a frank talk with him about our relationship in the game, which was both awkward but i think it helped??? im trynna work him pretty hard because he's a tough nut to crack but i think i can do it hehe... scott is working on mo but lets be real mo is easier to crack than ahrre, and honestly rhys' performance last tribal was good.. too good imo like.. i previously pinned him as an inactive goat but if he's able to connect with the other side that well and have them believe what he was saying, i have to give him props because that's some good plays in terms of benefiting our alliance for knowledge, bad jury management sure, but good for the alliance... at this point tbh,,, who the fuck cares about jury management... but then again it's important if you wanna win so maybe im just a dumbass

Well right now it’s final 6 and the question of a final 2 or 3 is up for debate because it could be either or.

After that tribal and David left, he tried to expose me when I had exposed myself already to the people he exposed me too. So sis there was no new tea.

Honestly now one of our 4 needs to go. The only one I would feel confident about going to the end with would be Ryan. Just as I feel he has done less. I’m super close with Scott, so I think right now I need to try and convince some people to vote out Ryan.

The only problem is I will probably need to convince Ryan and Scott or mo and ahrre. Mo and ahrre may not that me after lying to them two rounds in a row. And Scott seems to be strong for our alliance sticking to the end. So I’m going for this immunity as if I win it should all the confidence I need to make a move against my own.

I’m not feeling great. I don’t like a conversation I just had. It made me wanna quit. I’m not going to because I wanna do my best.

i really found an idol day 1 and made it to final 6 with it safe and sound.... ctfu how did this even happen, and Scott too we rly did that. the only thing about that is.... at least until we surpass final 5, there's always that worry that im gonna make a fool of myself with it and hnnnng. i feel like our 4 is solid af and yet, i'm still making myself paranoid that Tobi or even Rhys would perk up and randomly try to blindside me or Scott... but anyway yeah thats where my head at rn. i still don't talk to ahrre at all so he's a complete mystery and no idea if anyone else talks to him so that's great. Mo is an oddball still idk what to do w him kfsdfa

So I want to flip on my alliance this round. But 2 people outside my alliance are throwing me hardcore under the bus. Ok. So like how am I gonna make a move now.

pls god... lett this immunity challenge be in my favour alkfjnhfg i just want a win pls pls pls let me be guaranteed f4 lol

I just had a really good conversation with Tobi and it’s making me like really happy because this entire game I’ve gotten the short end of the stick. With people not thinking I don’t deserve to be here, that I’m a goat and people sending me condescending messages about my mistakes. It feels really nice to get praised for the good things. Don’t get me wrong I own up to my mistakes and I do my best to improve and change moving forwardss so I don’t make the same mistakes again. But usually the conversations that happen before that aren’t very happy, they’re needed and they end on a peaceful note but they don’t start out happy. But Tobi just praised me on my gameplay complimenting me and it’s such a good feeling. I think I might end up in fifth or sixth place but I’m still proud of myself and I’m going to keep fighting till the end.

so like... I'm really happy i won immunity but im kinda more annoyed with scott right now like... we had this big plan to take out ryan at 6 which is literally a perfect time now since 1) we can access numbers for it 2) he wont suspect it so the chance of an idol popping up is low 3) we can gain trust with ahrre and mo this way... but NOOOOOOOOO lets play with our emotions instead of our BRAINS and take out someone who has played a bad game and would be EASY to beat in the end like JESUS and i thought ahrre had his head up his ass... also scott is SO fucking confident know like he acts like he will 100% win against anybody in ftc and like sis... that's not the case... not if you're constantly confronting and arguing with mo and ahrre... use. ur. BRAIN.

Cemetery....

Anywho, this vote. Mo & Ahrre are voting me probably. So It seems to be a 4-2 vote. However an Idol may be played now more than ever, as I think this is the first time someone from the bottom hasnt had any hope of staying. (Dani, Felix & Jones were all blindsided , and Michael & David had some chance of staying). So one could easily be played. So ima try to push a 2-2-2 vote to save my ass.

so. (: I lost spelling bee. (: LAMDLFNFG

lowkey feel as if the words are suitable to the player tho. embarrass for ahrre as in that game is embarrassing. accommodate for Mo as in we have to accommodate for the fact that he’s a goat. Cemetary for rhys bc he makes us all wanna die @ tribals. handkerchief for me bc my ass gotta clean up ryan and tobi wanting to target each other.. and rhythm for tobi bc while hes in time rn that time is gonna run out soon :flushed:

i just dont want 6th ):

So I know it’s me and Ahrre on the chopping block. I just kinda wanted to make a quick plea. I really really wanna stay. I want to go as far as I can even if that’s just fifth. Not only to prove people wrong thinking I don’t deserve to be here, but also to prove to myself. Whatever decision you make tonight I respect wholeheartedly. But I’d love to go further.

I CACKLED @ THIS COPY PASTED PLEA.. MO BABY WYD

I’m currently making my plea to the others on why I deserve to stay. I’m proud of myself no matter the outcome but I’d love to go as far as I can.

So ahrre and mo are both kindve pleading for themselves. Mo just wants him to be saved where as ahrre is trying to flip people. He is trying to flip me again which is funny. Lowkey am a little worried just Incase it’s a ploy to get people to vote me or something. But he needs me and tobi to flip. So I think he won’t vote me which is great, incase a surprise idol is played.

soooo final 6 tribal. I definitely want Ahrre to leave finally, so how to make that happen. Scott informed me that mo/ahrre lowkey suspect i have an idol so wig. i would prefer if we went 4 strong on Ahrre bc I really don't think he has any powers, but the thing about that is i don't want to campaign for that to happen and make it look like i feel safe about idols... i don't want tobi or rhys to get suspicious and get the urge to flip on me/scott.. so kinda tricky. we'll see what happens

so recently scott and ryan have really been pounding on mo for his goatness and like... I took advantage of that hehe... I talked to mo and had a real heart to heart with him and like... I told him that he deserves more credit than he's getting and then more wholesome stuff and then BAM we got past the barrier we previously had and now we're totally cool!!... where ryan and scott burn bridges, im gonna build new ones!! so like that wasnt TOTALLY just for strategy like im not that big of an asshole... but its a mix of both. mo is a good kid and he gets too much backlash for his game.. and im gonna take advantage of that by showing up as his guardian angel hehe.. and who knows like this might pay off hugely when i need his vote at f5 to take out a bigger player but for now i'll stick to tending to his wounds that scott and ryan left.. and they really did come for him pretty hard... like REALLY hard so there is no harm in coming to him and helping him with his confidence and who knows, that might be a jury vote right there

Right so things went from Guatemala to guatepeor, I didn't win immunity I actually flopped at it in wonderful fashion it was quite beautiful really. But anyhow Tobi ended up winning it.

So I tried to talk to people and get them to do ANYTHING but to no avail really. Ryan and Scott seem set on stone. I did get Tobi to tell me that if it ties 3-3 he would flip on the revote but that's just playing it safe. Rhys told me he doesn't want to go to rocks so I'm like hey Tobi supposedly flips on the revote so maybe there's no need for that go talk to Tobi.

But they all seem to be giving me the silence threatment right before tribal even Mo has accepted what seems to be me going home.

It's a shame really cause if I do end up going home one of the majority of 4 is gonna regret it the very next week and two more later when the 4th beats them at the end. But hey congrats to that 4th guy whoever it is.

I've tought about doing an idol bluff but it wouldn't make sense for me to tell anyone I have it. Even Mo since if I hipotetically had it he wouldn't help me with it because he would be the one going home probably. Also because I would've definitely played it in a previous round for someone else if I had it and the rest probably knoes that.

Either way rn I'm currently trying to get home in time for tribal since I had to walk a chunk because I almost didn't had enough for the bus fare lel. Who knows maybe I'll survive somehow like the cockroach I am but I don't rate my chances or luck very highly. Either way at the end of the day I'm happy and you can't say I didn't try!

Ahrre is voted out 5-1.

#royallyyours #episode

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