#hands are a bit stiff dont look at them lmao

[atlasofthestaars]

hii! this is my first time requesting ever, but I just love your writing so much that I just have to ask:

can i request general headcannons with mk1 Bi-Han and female reader? if you’re comfortable with writing nsfw, can i also ask for some of those? I dont have anything specific in mind but im just dying for you to write more for Bi-Han, i think you write him soo well.

if you can’t/don’t want to do those, its totally ok! i just had to request from my favorite mk writer. thank you soo much!! 🫶🏽

ps. I LOVE NEW ERA SO MUCHHH UGHH

notes: oops i should have done these. a LOT sooner LMAO. idk if my headcanons are gonna be unpopular or not but this is how I see the bastard (only semi affectionately) most of these don’t really apply to female reader until the NSFW tbh, but even then I’m not too descriptive? I kinda wrote these informally but at the same time, very analytical?? You’ll see HAHA these are more like my rambles than shorter hcs. I probably should have made the NSFW parts sexier sounding LMAO they’re very like, analytical.

I also can probably do more of these if you guys want?? I just kinda wrote whatever but I’m certain I could write tons more  HAHA

Btw ty for liking New Era and being so patient for your wait ! <3

SFW

Bi-Han would only be with a partner, imo, if he truly loves them. Loyalty, trust, etc. are all important to him. To be with a person for the sake of being in a relationship imo is not his style. Especially if his father wanted an arranged marriage? He would not be happy with it. He can rule by himself, thank you very much. 

When Bi-Han loves you, he loves you. He may not say it much, but he does. It is not as if he thinks saying “i love you” is stupid. No, he understands it is important, he just knows that you know already. In rare moments where he is nearly overwhelmed with affection for you, he’ll say it first. But I think it is more likely he would only say a simple “i love you too” after you say it.

I can’t imagine Bi-Han to be the type of person to fall for someone at first sight or jump into dating someone quickly. I think the only way he’d fall for someone is to be friends with them first and slowly he’d fall, then the feelings would hit him all at once.

Bi-Han finds it hard to deny you. Even when he says no, he is probably thinking of other alternatives for you. Idk! I think this man would be kind of a simp deep down if he truly found someone he loves. But not like overboard, it’d be very subtle. Which is a lot for a frosty man like him.

Bi-Han’s love language imo, is acts of service. Probably small things like making you breakfast, helping you do your hair if you have longer hair, maybe even showing you how to properly stretch if you often feel sore. Little things that add up.

Bi-Han would allow you to be in his office just to enjoy your company. He probably wouldn’t talk much, mostly just listen in those moments when he’s concentrating. Your presence alone is enough for him when he’s working.

If he’s giving gifts, I imagine he’d probably be the type of person to place it in a place you’d see it, but no one else would. He’d leave a simple note like, “thought of you”. I don’t think he’d give it in person because he’s far too stiff to make it feel romantic enough,

I don’t think dates come often. but when they do Bi-Han would do something probably quiet and with just you. He’d rather spend the precious time he has not doing his duty with just the person he adores, no one else.

Probably not at first, but after you’ve been together for a while I think he’d allow you to brush and comb his hair. It’s not that he is particularly touch adverse with his hair, I just think he’s really fussy with it.

Not a fan of PDA. He doesn’t like the looks others give him and how he can tell that they’re thinking how did he get someone to defrost him? Far too nosey for his tastes. But if you want it, he’d probably indulge you in maybe a bit of hand holding. Maybe a peck on the cheek or on the lips once in a while, but he’s generally a private person.

Bi-Han has cold hands. Nothing he can do about it. Even with his fine control of cryomancy, there’s the lingering chill that is stuck to his skin.

I’d like to imagine that he would give very soft kisses in private. A kiss on the hand, a kiss on the forehead, etc. Small moments. 

Probably has given you one accessory the same shade of blue as his uniform. It pleases him just to see the subtle way you match.

NSFW

Ok. Listen. He’s a virgin. It’s not that I think he’s a “saving myself for marriage” type of man, I just think that he would not really be attracted to people enough to want a fling or something unserious. 

He probably is very hard to arouse unless he knows he won’t be interrupted or if it is work time. He’s just very regimented like that. Still, if you were to try and tease him by a little touches or with some particularly revealing clothing, then he supposed it would be a little harder to keep his mind off of the way your body feels under his hands.

Anyways, he probably will want to take the dominant role. I mean, it’s Bi-Han. But he won’t deny you if you ask for something, at least, until he learns that teasing you works very, very well. Then you’ll probably have to learn some more patience.

I think he knows for the most part what to do, but he just doesn’t have any hands-on experience for him. He’s a visual learner, want to teach him?

I think Bi-Han would at first think he would prefer receiving than giving, then after realizing how wonderful you look when you fall apart at his touch, he would think he very much prefers giving. It gives him almost a sense of power to see it, it makes him want more.

Still, he wouldn’t deny you if you were to give him a blowjob. It is undeniable how lovely you look on your knees, sucking his cock just to please him. 

If you give him a blowjob, look up at him. It drives him wild and he will probably entangle his hands in your hair if he hasn’t already.

Bi-Han would probably take sex as seriously as training. He’s here to please you after all.

With that being said, I think he’d be probably full of vigor doing anything you wanted. For example, you’d probably feel it the next day with how hard he’d thrust. Or you’d be guaranteed at least one orgasm with him eating you out, because he is a very stubborn man and he won’t stop until he sees you unravel upon his mouth.

I don’t think he’s very vocal. Probably grunts and muffling his noises in your skin.

Back to the teasing idea, I think he would develop a liking to teasing you, edging you if you will. The moans you make, the way you tremble under his touch…it is very appealing to him. Plus, he has a sharp eye, he’d notice how it seems to make the pleasure in the end so much more than if he gave you it right away.

I think he wouldn’t notice it, but if you pull his hair it would ignite some sort of fire within him. 

I like to imagine he would want to kiss during sex here and there. Your lips just look even more lovely in those moments.

He’d probably love to cum inside of you. It’s a little fantasy of his. He wouldn’t though, if there’s a chance for a child. It’s not that he doesn’t want children, he does, he just wants to wait until things are just…right.

#mk1 x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mk1 #mortal kombat #sub zero x reader #bi han #bi han x reader #sub zero

[autisticlee]

I somehow ended up on hEDS youtube and this video makes me go HMMMM. for a few years now i've had people ask me if I have hEDS or say they really think I do and should get reevaluated by a different doctor. I always have to say I don't have it because I failed the evaluation from the orthopedic specialist I saw for joint issues and chronic pain. she did the beighton test and gave me a 4/9 but you need at least 5.

after watching this, i've concluded she didn't even test me correctly? they say if you get a 4 but answer yes to things like could you put hands on the floor as a kid then it counts as a point. my hamstrings and back are so stiff and painful to bend forward, but I could do it as a kid. another is if you contorted yourself in weird ways to amuse your friends. I would always put both my legs behind my head at the same time to freak people out lmao. but according to my doctor, doing it as a kid doesn't count....and she didn't really evaluate anything else. she asked if I have the heart problems all the people in this video don't have, and if I had dislocations that specifically required professional medical attention....my parents forced my dislocated bits back into place as a kid. they refused to take me anywhere that cost them money lmao unless it was serious. like I wasn't allowed to go to the doctors when sick until I had bronchitis/pneumonia and could barely breathe. now I just get subluxation mostly which my doctor said I seem to get a lot of very often. that was it.

she didn't test for sketchy skin which I definitely have or those weird heel bumps I always thought were super gross and didn't even know had anything to do with this until now, or anything else from this video. also when she tested my knees, she grabbed one leg by the ankle while I was sitting and said my knee doesn't bend back, but they're all doing it while standing. i think my one knee at least looks like some of theirs from what I can tell, while standing?? but it doesn't do it while sitting because tight ass hamstrings. (don't remember if it's this video or a different one but having unstable hips and/or knees can cause extremely tight hamstrings and muscles apparently due to overcompensating for the instability which makes sense. my hips are so bad and knees pretty unstable too)

anyway. i had a lot of these things they covered on this diagnostic thing that my doctor did not go over and just told me I have "general hypermobility" and said it's not an issue and that my pain and and unstable joints are ~because I need to exercise more and exercising will cure it~ is what she basically said. not even concerned about the fact that I was there mainly because exercising fucked up my shoulder really badly and I told her how I fucked up my knee so bad once and couldn't even walk on it normally for months. also hips and wrists and etc. also my job is physical labor so.... exercise?? so instead of giving me things to help with my joints she just sent me to physical therapy to do shoulder workouts for one shoulder that I could only seem to do while the physical therapist was watching me and correcting me. once I did it at home, I hurt myself very quickly and could never finish the daily workouts 😅

I feel like there's a way better chance i'd have a higher score if it was done properly or I was evaluated with everything in this video, and not just denied right after scoring a 4 on the beighton test. but also impostor syndrome like what if i'm wrong....from what i've seen online in my googling, you have to have a 5+ in order to be allowed to say you have hEDS and self diagnosis isn't as accepted as it is for other things (like autism for example) because it's more specific and a "serious condition" so not sure if I can just say I have it despite it being very relatable. until I can figure out doctor stuff one day and see if I can pass a proper exam, I have to just keep saying I have "hypermobility issues with joint and muscle pain and other stuff and dont know why it's happening" whenever I talk about these problems....which is a mouthful (fingerful? if i'm typing it?)

unfortunately, I have no clue how to get a different doctor?? or if there's even anymore in my hospitals network, especially ones that know more about hEDS? I currently am not even sure what's going on with my primary. I was told he was moving offices and cutting down on how many patients he sees but would have his staff schedule me when he gets to the new place....that was over 2 years ago and im still waiting. I used to do checkups twice a year. idk what to do about it. I can't do phone calls. writing emails and stuff makes me anxious. when I contact them through the mychart app like refilling prescriptions, it comes up as a different doctor now. so not sure what's going on at all and don't know how to or feel comfortable asking???? trying to figure out medical stuff and communicate with medical staff is so overwhelming for me I rather lie down and cry instead of dealing with it lmao i need an adult! like a real one!!

if anyone wants to share info, related experiences, talk about your hEDS or hypermobility symptoms and problems, or anything else like that, feel free to share with a reblog or reply or go to my ask box!

#lee rambles #heds #hypermobile eds #hypermobility #hypermobile ehlers danlos #hypermobile joints #hypermobile spectrum disorder #big question is did the doctor suck at her job or am i just a little hypermobile and lazy and dont exercise enough and need to ignore pain🧐 #know and am too overwhelmed to do anything about it. need support system that can help me and take me to doctors and advocate for me😭 #but sadly dont have that D: #Youtube

[guideaus]

trigun stampede ep 2 thoughts

with how much it was emphasized stampede isnt trigun maximum the anime, or a reboot of the original, i wonder how much will be similar since the Nebraska family is there

i think its a little boring that vash had nothing to do w plants, when it couldve just been as simple as trespassing or smth. vash also being mistaken for knives feels silly when i dont think theyve ever looked the same except for when they were little, unless knives comitted the crime and went "my name is VASH THE STAMPEDE, DONT FORGET IT!" lol

vash and the kid is soo cute, love vash

the lady deciding to go against vash after ep 1 is disappointing 😭 i'd understand it happening in ep 1 (people who know nothing abt him and dont care using him to get money) but the woman fiercely defending him from reporters only to change her mind the next ep feels weird lol? even if it does go back to the original "wow he saved the town (again, 3 times, in this case)" it feels less like indifferent people changing their initial uncaring attitude w vash being his usual forgiving self, and instead like they can swing any way at any time. like if meryl came in and offered $$6,000,000, then she wouldve been like, oh sure, okay. and honestly more offensive? like vash's encounter w the ppl who offered him a ride when he was stranded, only to rob him and leave him for dead. idk i feel like its different when he has already saved their town twice as opposed to the manga where they have no reason not to chase him for money (when yeah, obviously they have a reason, but still)

the animation is fun, if anyone says theyre stiff lifeless dolls, theyre wrong

i dont really get meryl and the guy's motivation for following him. meryl feels like she has to be shes meryl from trigun, but the guy has made no objections so far??

i think its funny they nerfed the son from being a comically large villain

the birdy is cute <3

i think them changing meryl is interesting. idk if i like it or not, but shes definitely the opposite from her other counterparts, but also i have no clue why shes caring so much

the series seems a bit heavy handed so far, but i guess with some things its ok to be direct about (tho idk if thats indicative of how much time theyre allowed lmao)

i liked the scene where he looked like he was dancing

idk i kinda wish rosa didnt help that guy lmao. they probably had her do it to equal out the whole betraying vash after he's saved her like like 4 times thing, so i guess, but them partying after felt weird lmao. i feel like her cutting them off w a warning to never show their face again probably wouldve made the most sense, with this it feels like she just adopted vash's ideals

that also makes the whole ep feel kinda pointless. like i know it showed vash's conflicting ideals that'd realistically perplex anyone, but then both parties besides him also being ok (esp w/o an answer to either of their inital problems) feels weird. like are they just gonna drink and then go "oh yeah, our plant is dying" and "we have no bail money" right after... back to their original problem, and theyll target someone else or do nothing lol?

the milly replacement man is really annoying to me. he feels boring, doing nothing, and being the cliche secretly super perceptive guy despite being appearing as a drunkard or whatever. like he has me so close to ranting again abt milly being replaced.

idk what to say abt gosef presumably dying lol

#personal #trigun lb

[ieatsuffering]

‼️Ok so some obvious trigger warnings ahead‼️

❗️tw: Graphic depictions of suicide and death❗️

If you are struggling with this please seek help!

Suicide hotline: tel:[phone]

So the game plan is to have an Mc with poor mental health, express their su*icidal thoughts to the Li’s, then get found unconscious from an ob, with both a good and bad end! I can do this!

**Lmao I’ve tried writing this for so long but I ran into some major writers block so all I could get out was Asra and Julian**

Asra

He knows somethings wrong, he can feel it with your shared heart

You’re just not your self, random fits of crying, spacing out constantly, not eat, spending whole days just laying in bed staring at the ceiling. Even the things you once loved bring you no joy.

It tears him apart to see you like this, an empty shell of who you used to be

He tries so hard to help you, to cheer you up and care for you, but nothing helps

He can feel your pain

One morning he lays with you in bed as you stare into nothingness. “How are you feeling today Mc, do you want to go for walk?”

“Asra...” you start to speak not looking at him “... I want to die...”

His blood runs cold

“I’m sorry Mc, I don’t think I heard you right...”

“Life just feels pointless, I’m done”

He can’t swallow the lump in his throat, his pulse is in his ears. This must be a bad dream

“I’m so sorry Mc...” he cries, it’s all he can do. Just hold you and cry

After you two manage to calm down and have a long talk he’s determined to heal you

He’s nose deep in spell books, never leaving you side desperately searching for something that may help you

Slowly with his support you start to do better, crying less, moving around more. Things start to go back to normal

Or so he thought

One night while he’s out visiting Muriel he suddenly feels this deep blinding pain in his heart.

“Friend?” Faust ask

Asra blots back to shop shop with heart in his throat runnings as fast as he can tripping over his own feet

“Mc!” He call your name as he busts through the shop door

When you don’t answer he freezes

Not again gods please no not again

Slower now he makes his way to your shared bedroom

There he finds you still and motionless on the your bed purple faces with foam bubbling out of you mouth clutching an empty bottle

Asra good ending

With out even thinking he rushes to your side pressing an ear to you chest, he almost breaks down when he hears the slow faint beat of your heart

He’s not too late

Asra springs into action pouring all of his magic into the most potent healing spell he knows

You jolt up right vomiting the potion as the magic forces you to purge it from your system

Both you and Asra are weak and shaking as you lay together

You’re barley conscious but alive

Once again you’re under asras constent watch however this time instead of trying to help you himself he reaches out to Nadia and Julian

With their help he’s able to get you on a medication for you’re mental health

Slowly but surely you start to be your best self again

Asra bad end

With out even thinking he rushes to your side pressing an ear to you chest, but there’s nothing. You’re pulse has stopped

He’s to late

He just lays there hoping you’re heart will start again

He’s in shock

How could this happen again he lost so much to have you back

He just lays there with you as your body grows cold

Until Faust leads Muriel leads to him holding your corpse

He won’t let you go he can’t. If he lets go you’re truly gone forever

Faust finds Nadia and Julian, it takes all of them to separate Asra from you

They all sit in the floor and hold him as guards come and take your body away for burial

Nadia makes sure you have a grand funeral, that you and Asra get the goodbye you deserve

He keeps up a strong front but Muriel knows, he won’t let Asra out of his sight

Between Muriel, his parents, Faust, and your friends everyone takes turns making sure Asra is never alone, no one wants to loose him too

He never truly heals always looking for someway he can give what’s left of his heart to have you back

Julian

He may ignore his problems but he’s very sensitive to others emotions

Between his own experience with depression and working with soldiers, he’s very informed on mental illnesses. PTSD, general anxiety disorder, depression, substance abuse... he’s seen it all

Out of everyone he knows how to help you the best

He’s seen suicide on countless occasions, he knows to signs

You haven’t expressed your suicidal thoughts to him yet, you don’t have to

He’s already watching you like a hawk, constantly by your side. When he can’t be with you he has people he trust watch you.

Of course he doesn’t tell them why just that your feeling down and he’s worried about leaving you alone

On day while he’s working at the clinic he has you spend the day at the palace which is usually the safest place for you between Nadia and Portia

Today however the palace was in chaos. Portia was running around as Nadia is in and out of meetings. You’ll be fine for a few minutes right?

Julian’s face looses it color as he starts to panic when neither Portia or Nadia know where you are when he goes to bring you home

The look on his face is all they need to know that something is gravely wrong

Nadia orders everyone in the palace to search for you and Portia follows with Julian as he runs through the halls screaming your name

Mercedes and Malachoir run up to him howling and crying. Portia tried to chase them off but they nip and bark at julians coat trying to get him to follow

The dogs lead him to a locked pantry in the kitchen

Portia turns to fetch the keys but Julian throughs himself at the door until he breaks it open

There he finds you laying on the pantry floor in a pool of blood with a knife you had grabbed from the kitchen

Julian good ending

He switches in to war surgeon mode rushing to your side to assess the wound on your arm

In truth it was really a pool of blood, but your life was still in danger as the deep gouge on your arm continued to spout blood

He rips his jacket into strips and calls to Portia to bring him wooden spoons for a make shift tourniquet

He uses the rest for the strips as a bandage your arm

He shouts orders to the servants to starilize a room and to fetch the things he needs to mend your arm

Even after he has your arm stitches up and is certain you’re not in any immediate danger , he stays calm and vigilant

Like a machine he cleans your wound, changes your bandages, and makes sure you don’t develop a fever

It isn’t until you come to that he let’s himself break down

He throughs himself around you holding you tight

He cries and screams in agony but also in relief. Heartbroken and furious that you would try to leave him but relived that this time he was there to save you

After this he never really trusts to leave you alone even years after when you’re healed he’ll still get anxious if he doesn’t know where you are

Julian bad end

He goes into war surgeon mode rushing to your side

He can tell it’s to late, he’s seen enough people bleed out in his life to know how much blood is too much

But he won’t let himself believe it. He was too busy the first time you died to save you he couldn’t let it happen again. He couldn’t loose you again because he couldn’t be bothered to care for you

Despite it being a hopeless effort he applies pressure to the gushing wound as your body grows cold

“Come on darling please you can’t leave me”

His hand are shacking covered in your blood

“Nononononono...please.... PLEASE... MC NO DONT LEAVE ME!”

Portia knees to his side placing a gentle hand in his shoulder, “Ilyushka, she’s gone”

He lets out a chocked sob holding your stiff body covered in you blood

He manages to stay strong just long enough to attend your funeral

But the moment they put the last bit of dirt on your grave he’s a wreck

He spends all day in bed and all night wasted getting into fights hoping someone and one will put him out of his misery

One night after getting into a fight with an especially rowdy thug he gets his wish

#the arcana #the arcane game #the arcana hc #the arcana headcanons #julian x apprentice #the arcana julian devorak #the arcana julian #julian x mc #julian devorak #asra x mc #asra imagine #asra x reader #asra x apprentice #tw suicide

[peachiimilquetea]

𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐢𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!

im not a bnha blog however i have some things i feel like i just want to scream about! some of these are based on his birth chart too so if you’re into astrology i hope you enjoy that aspect as well!

length: 780 words

tenya loves spicy food

he looks like he wouldn’t be built for it but he’s actually got a pretty high pain tolerance

he adds chili pepper to literally everything

he also has a massive sweet tooth so sometimes when he confiscates peoples snacks in class, he eats them himself later

if you’re one of his closer friends (or his s/o) he’ll share them with you

he spends like $80 a week on honey buns from the vending machine

tenya also has a scorpio moon so i think that like bakugo he loves love/romance HOWEVER instead of romance manga, he reads corny ass wattpad stories as a guilty pleasure

mina made a joke about her wattpad phase once and it led to his demise bc he was too damn curious and he just had to look it up

if you ask him directly about it he will deny it but he’s a voracious reader and can finish like 4 books a week

they’re so bad but they’re so good lmao

he enjoys correcting the writers’ grammar as he reads and complaining about how cliche the plot is but he just cant stop reading

iida is also the only boy in class 1-A that actually takes care of himself lowkey

i think he’s got a better skincare routine than me tbh

it’s simple, yes, but expensive and it works wonders on his skin and on yours

he owns a jade roller. no questions asked

i also see him as the type of person who’s scared of putting in contact lenses BDHSNSVSJSNS

like he’s got so much anxiety around accidentally poking an eye out he just can’t muster up the courage to do it

especially bc his hands are so big for no reason

he does own contacts tho, they literally just sit in his bathroom cabinet

speaking of his sweet tooth again, tenya cannot drink black coffee

i’ve seen some people say that’s his order when the deku-squad goes to starbucks or smth but no i think he gets like 15 pumps of caramel in a grande cup BEHSNSVSAJAN

his attention to detail is impeccable

he’s got a virgo mercury and mars he literally notices EVERYTHING

this makes him a very good gift giver bc he literally remembers everything about you and keeps a mental note

uhhh let’s see what else

tenya is rhythm blind SVDHSNSBAKAKA

he cannot dance to save his own life

lord knows how he fakes his way through all the hero charity galas and stuff his family hosts

he can only do a two step if you count for him

he’s a pretty decent singer tho

very shy about it tho

if you get him under the influence of a substance he will definitely do karaoke and he’ll make everyone look bad bc he’s really good

that’s his leo sun talking fr

he’s also a sneaker head surprisingly

it sounds like it doesn’t make sense HOWEVER hear me out

he runs all the time everywhere for training and stuff, constantly trying to beat his PR

so he goes through running shoes very easily

but he doesn’t want to get the exact same ones every single time so he switches it up

then he fell down the rabbit hole of lifestyle sneakers and here we are

i don’t know if he dresses the part but i don’t think he wears stiff ass polos and dress pants all the time

that makes no sense bc how tf will his big ass calves fit in the pants BDBSJSNSJA

so streetwear actually makes a little bit more sense

just imagine tenya in baggy khaki pants and jordan 1s

and a baggy sweater vest omg

giving very much tyler the creator vibes

i think it fits him tbh

especially as he gets older and figures out what he likes to wear as opposed to what his parents put him in

ALSO tenya is very into the humanities and social sciences

he wouldve gotten into the arts but mans cant draw for his life either

fortunately he can read like hell so he consumes copious amounts of political and philosophical theory for funsies

based iida⁉️⁉️⁉️

also a polyglot maybe?

dont ask me what specific languages but most likely japanese, english, mandarin and spanish

hes one of those people whos like "oh i read an article about that!" whenever you mention something new

but not in a condescending way he just genuinely wants to show you that he relates to whatever you're talking about

he prides himself on being a walking encycloepdia just so he can help everyone

thats all ive got for now but im definitely gonna post more if i can think of any

#peachiileafsfw #[🍑]peachiiwrites #[🍑]peachiimilquetea #tenya iida #tenya iida headcanons #iida fluff #bnha headcanons #bnha iida #tenya x reader #fluff

[heyitsyn]

'Siri Am I Having a Stroke?’ Sofia the First

Soulmate!Daichi x Reader Soulmate!Tendou x Reader

a/n: lmao, yall finna know what kind of soulmate au this

when your soulmate gets hurt, you kinda get hurt too

the music your soulmate listens to or constantly sings is always playing in your head

request:  Can I request a daichi, tendou, and aone soulmate au headcanon 🤲🏽😩 they're my faves, I wanted to add some more but there could be a limit? I'll request again next time ^^

a/n: sorry anon but ill only do daichi and tendou bc im not very familiar with aone :( but theres not really a limit so go ahead!!

requests open!!

so anyways

for most of your life, you thought you didnt even have a soulmate

there were no scars, no bruises,

nothing

this other half of yours was completely silent and you really thought that youd die forever

but, you

you were a wild chile and you were the type to go playing outside w your brothers and get a lot of cuts

maybe that was why you thought you didnt have a soulmate bc when your soulmate does get hurt, you wouldnt see it since youd think it was one of your own

now, daichi

he worried for you

new scars and bruises would appear on his arms overnight and he fussed over the fact that you would constantly getting hurt

were you in a toxic environment?

were these intentional?

but he would try and heal them, thinking that it would heal you too bc he didnt want you to be hurt

uwu daichi luv

he would even kiss them better bc his mom told him that kisses help them heal faster

then,

during middle school, daichi found his love for volleyball

he started training and being more active and that caused him a lot of bruises and pain

meanwhile w you,

youve mellowed out a bit

so when you entered middle school,

you were actually ecstatic to find that you had a soulmate bc you would find bruises on your hands and arms

you found out the afternoon of the first day of middle school

daichi was in the gym, practicing during lunch, and he hit a spike that bruised his fingers and he received a really powerful ball

you were sitting in class, completely bored out of your mind so you just doodled on your paper

then you flinched at the sudden pain and saw the formation of the beautiful mix of blue, purple,green, bruise

yall are in different schools btw

you shrieked and stood up, cutting off your teacher and surprising everyone in the room

‘my soulmate!’

they were like, ‘okay and?’

the entire day, you admired the colors, not even minding the hurt bc this was it!!

!!!!

your soulmate was real!!!

but daichi was worried that you were also going through the same pain and soreness from practice

and you were

after the shock and happiness of knowing you in fact do have a soulmate,

youve started getting annoyed

was this what he felt whenever you injured yourself during your younger years?

bc this waas annoying

you were constantly fatigued, tired, sore

even the mere action of getting up in the morning sucked and you actually fell down the stairs due to the soreness of your legs and you dropped your chopsticks due to the hurt in your fingers

youve concluded that your soulmate was either an athlete or in a toxic environment

during the walk to school, you raised your arms and watched a new bruise forming

it was a truly beautiful sight but the stiffness and hurt weighed it down

this was your only form of communication with your soulmate and you were sad bc you wanted to be there for him and help heal his bruises and scars

one of your friends suggested a crazy thought of hurting yourself to write a small message which you instantly turned down bc thats too crazy and you will not do that

as the years went on, you were starting to get more worried each day that you wont be meeting your soulmate soon

for almost 6 years, youve wandered over to every athletic club in your school or nearby schools to find if there was even a person who had the same bruises as you

ngl, some lied just bc they wanted you as their soulmate uwu

one of your classmates in seijoh, iwaizumi hajime, has understood your dilemma since he was one of the ones youve expressed this concern to

youve been classmates for 3 years and youve always been coincidentally sat next to each other so youre close

i really cant resist my mans

‘y/n, i really think your soulmate is a volleyball player’

you rolled your eyes as you continued taking out your bento

‘iwa, ive checked your team, multiple times, and none of them are my soulmate! ive even checked other schools too since my brothers have connections there. but still nothing’

he felt bad for you, truly

he already found his when yall started high school, almost immediately, and you were so jealous

‘but those bruises on your arm can only be from volleyball. the way its placed, its like receiving an intense ball while the fingers might be because he spikes the ball’

you sighed before leaning your chin on your hand

‘okay, great buddha iwa-chan. enlighten me as to why you think so’

his eye twitched at the ridiculous nickname

‘y/n, im a volleyball player. ive been playing since i was like 6 and im the ace. i have those same exact bruises’

‘WHAT! IWA-CHAN ARE YOU MY SOULMATE?!’

‘YOU IDIOT I ALREADY HAVE MINE!’

but you mulled it over for a few days

yea, it would make sense, right?

but it still doesnt add up that youve literally visited every single club around with the help of being iwa’s friend and going to their matches

however,

due to karasuno not having practice matches w seijoh or not advancing far enough to play against them, youve never really interacted with that team

besides, the times they actually played against each other, youve been busy due to having to do interships, part time jobs, and studying since it was your last year of high school

it was during the second interhigh that iwa finally got you to go watch them play

‘come on, y/n. shittykawa misses you and matsun and maki keep demanding your support’

‘iwa, what-’

so you found yourself at the stands, just watching the games until seijoh actually plays

then you saw the team, known as karasuno, enter the gym to start their warm-ups

your heart started beating really fast and you were kinda freaking out bc what was happening

‘siri am i having a stroke?’

daichi was feeling the same thing

he thought it was just the adrenaline of playing a game but in all of his years of play8ing volleyball, he hasnt felt this intense beating of his heart

he even had to lean on suga for support bc it felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest

‘daichi, you okay?’

suga worriedly asked and placed a hand on his forehead to check his temp

daisuga rights yall

he didnt want to worry the team so he nodded, just waving it off

he was captain so he shouldnt worry the others

oikawa and iwa entered the stands and were confused as to why you were looking around with wide eyes like an owl

fukurodani vibes

‘y/n-chan, what’s wrong?’

oikawa asked and you looked at them, surprised and shocked

they were lowkey freaked out bc what was happening

‘oikawa-san, my heart-’

you mumbled and pointed to your chest

his smile wobbled bc you just started at him and it was starting to scare him a bit

since oikawa hasnt found his soulmate yet, he wasnt familiar with the feeling of being in the same vicinity as his other half

but iwa did

and he was smiling

‘you owe me so much, y/n’

‘IWA! I FEEL LIKE IM GOING TO DIE!’

karasuno was going against johzenji and daichi wasnt exactly in his best game

to others, he looked like he was doing great but he wasnt feeling good and the beat of his heart was still very fast

this distraction caused him and tanaka to collide and everything went to hell

the entire time, your arms were crying and you were just sweating from the pain but you were also sweating w the possibility of your soulmate being either in johzenji or karasuno

but that was answered when daichi got hurt and you just collapsed, also falling unconscious

iwa, who returned from getting drinks, ran to your slumped form and oikawa, who was focused on the match and didnt notice, shrieked at your unconscious form

‘y/n? y/n, wake up’

everyone in the stands stared at your unconscious form and they started talking, eventually catching the attention of the karasuno team

suga, who was fussing over daichi, heard that a girl also fell unconscious

omg what if

oikawa was grinning at the sight of your bruised cheek bc you finally found your soulmate so you would shut up about it

iwa carried you to the nurse and you actually woke up as he placed you on the bed, conviently beside the karasuno captain

‘w-what-’

but he only smiled

‘congratulations, y/n’

bih what

congratulations for what

the nurse went over from beside daichi and she giggled at the meeting of soulmates

you sat up, wincing at the pain in your tooth

‘ow’

that caught daichi’s attention and he stared at you and your arms before looking at his

they were the exact same

‘i think,,,, i think we’re soulmates’

that made you quickly look at him and noticed the big bruise on his face that was like copy paste on you

‘oh god!’

you cowered and had your hands over your mouth in surprise

he froze, starting to feel insecure that he wasnt what you wanted

‘is something wrong-’

‘you’re HOT!!’

you shrieked unconsciously and when you finally realized it, you hurriedly pulled the blanket over your form

lmao gurl noooooo

daichi started laughing and he thought you were cute

straightforward

but cute

‘oi, come on. i want to see your pretty face’

yes police officer. this is the man who stole my uwus

you peaked your head out from your blanket cocoon and he smiled softly

‘i’m sawamura daichi, by the way. 3rd year’

‘l-l/n y/n. same y-year’

‘so? you expected me to be this?’

you shook your head

‘i mean, iwa told me you could be a volleyball player. but i didnt expect the universe to like me enough to give me a greek god as my soulmate’

im disowning y/n yall

he turned flustered and looked away to hide his blush

‘youre not too bad yourself, you know. youre actually more beautiful than i thought’

‘sir! dont say that to me i be catching feelings way too fast for that!’

i-i cannot w you

he laughed out loud before wincing, causing you to wince too

‘but are you okay, though? i mean,, it must hurt’

but you shook your head

‘i should be asking you that. does it hurt as much as it looks?’

‘nah, its bearable’

you continued talking about your childhood and you actually clarified that you were just rambunctious when you were younger so you got hurt pretty often

‘i really thought you needed to be saved or something’

you smirked

‘oh? my prince charming? knight-in-shining-armor? knight prince daichi?’

he stared at you, a blush creeping up again

‘are you always this bold?’

you shrugged

‘meh. im friends w oikawa tooru’

‘oh. makes sense’

lmao

you both completely forgot about the fact that his face literally got hurt and his tooth was gone bc you have been talking like two best friends who got separated

but you had to separate at some point too

the beautiful manager entered the clinic and asked if daichi was okay enough

‘yea, im fine. i can go now, i guess’

you nodded sadly

‘okay. bye, daichi’

he furrowed his eyebrows

‘but wait for me later, okay? ill treat you to something after i win this match’

from your bed, you crossed your arm with a smug smile

‘oh? youre confident, captain’

‘of course. ill win bc this victory is for you’

you bashfully smiled and chuckled

‘go hurry and win! i expect that date as soon as possible, captain!’

the deadchi memes are literally scaring the new fans and i feel really bad

bruh hes so cute for what

for his entire life, he had the sofia the first song stuck in his head

it was maybe bc his soulmate was in love w that show or just in love w the song

but either way, he constantly hears it and thinks about it

meanwhile you,

you constantly heard bye bye bye by nsync

of all things, it had to be a boy band

however, you were lucky bc for years it varied on what song would be playing

but for him, it continued to be sofia the first

this drived him to watch the show and he did see the appeal and soon, he started singing it too

omg its such a bop

you were triggered bc the song then switched over to sofia the first and you were like, ‘does he like it too?’

you would be going around the store, holding your mom’s hand, and singing it out loud, hoping to find your soulmate

but he never seemed to hear it

instead, hearing the song in your voice, instead of the show’s

he thought you had such a beautiful voice

then in elementary school, his bullying started and ngl, he was actually hurt by the words other kids said

he still had his cute smile on and acted like it didnt bother by teasing others but he was still sad

did nobody like him?

was he always going to look like a monster?

would you be revolted if you saw him?

then he heard this song in the radio ‘dear insecurity’ and he just couldnt help but keep listening to it

ofc you noticed and you were sad that he was listening to such sad song

he was insecure and you couldnt do anything about it

then you started looking up motivating songs and you started singing the one that you really liked

‘i see your monsters, i see your pain, tell me your problems, i’ll chase them away’

he heard your voice as he was hiding behind the school building and his tears instantly stopped, hearing a different song but he couldnt help but smile

he knew that song was for him

you were out there somewhere and a complete stranger to him but you were the only person who seemed to care

because under that teasing and cheerful personality, he was still human and he was very insecure about himself

but you were always there to encourage him, your voice instantly chasing all the fears away

when he started playing volleyball, he became famous for his efficient blocks and you could hear him singing different songs, all of them just under a minute

you concluded that they were his own songs

sometimes, you laughed bc they were funny songs and catchy so you would memorize it and sing it back to him

this was your only way of communicating back of forth and you were so lucky that you even got to hear your soulmate’s voice

then high school started, meaning your friends started meeting their soulmates one by one until you were the only one who didnt

your school, karasuno, had no one that had the same voice as your soulmate’s

some people even saw you as an extrovert and a people person since you started conversations with strangers easily but this was just your way of finding your other half

with no luck, you started singing your concerns

in no time, ‘thousand miles’ was playing on loop in tendou’s head and he was already feeling your antsy attitude

in retaliation, he starts singing ‘lucky’ by jason mraz and you always turned red, slightly happy that he was practically calling out to you

so even though you suffered through years being alone, you didnt give up on hope and continued your search

now, youd be asking, ‘why cant you or tendou just sing each other’s location?’

yes, young grasshopper, there is an explanation to that

you and tendou collectively agreed to let fate do its work and just wait for the time it happens bc if its meant to be, its meant to be

besides, tendou likes to tease you and he wants to make you wait for him so that the moment you do meet, it would become more special

in your last year of high school, you ended up helping kiyoko in being manager and you were so proud of these boys for making it to the finals

you were excitedly waving an orange flag in support of your team and you screamed with the others as they entered the court

you and yacchi ended up helping tanaka’s sister, saeko, and was setting up the plan for their cheers so you werent exactly focused on your soulmate

but tendou did keep hearing a fight song in your head

then they walked in

shiratorizawa made their presence known and you turned to look at them but locked eyes at the unique looking player

his red hair glinted against the bright lights of the gym and his smirk curled in such an attractive way that you were leaning forward to get a closer look

tendou noticed a stare at him and he saw your surprised yet flustered look

that eye contact made everything fall deaf in your ears and you just heard silence

no song, no cheer, just absolute silence

but you and tendou are practically the same so you thought for the worse that your soulmate has died bc of the silence

dread filled your stomach and you started singing sofia the first in instinct

your mouth moved with the words and you shut your eyes, trying to calm yourself down

his jaw dropped, hearing the familiar voice and song that correlated with your mouth’s movements

‘there you are, little birdie’

semi turned to tendou and saw him with a smile hes never seen before

it was so soft and genuine that he got a little scared

the entire game, you were all depressed bc it continued to be silent in your head

tendou was just teasing you a little bit and he didnt want to think or sing a song bc he wanted it to be a special cliche reunion after he crushes your team

but his famous song ruined it

it blared in your head and it got 2x bass boosted when he sang it out loud, completely disregarding the fact that everyone was listening

‘you!’

you shrieked and pointed to him

he was your soulmate

and he was alive

not dead

everyone, including all players, looked at confusion between you and him but he just waved at you

‘ill talk to you later, little birdie!’

great, he embarrassed you in front of everyone

but you didnt care bc omg he was your soulmate!!

‘omg universe and fate, you actually like me to give me such a handsome soulmate!’

now, youre actually cheering on both teams

one was your home school the other was your soulmate

however,

there could only be one winner

and that winner was karasuno

you noticed the defeated looks of your soulmate and his teammates and you almost bursted into tears

you quickly maneuvered yourself through the people and found the familiar spiky hair standing at the doorway, looking at the gym with a forlorn expression

the others noticed you there, especially ushijima who gave you a nod and a small smile

‘i trust you’ll take care of him’

you nodded shakily, raising a hand in salute

‘y-yes!’

you approached him and his teary eyes almost made you bolt into his arms but you calmed yourself

instead, you didnt say anything

but you did sing

‘come stop your crying, it will be alright. just take my hand, and hold it tight. i will protect you, from all around you. i will be here, dont you cry.’

tendou looked to his side and saw you there, not looking at him but also looking at the same direction he was previously

‘my name is tendou satori’

despite already hearing his voice, you still turned red and you looked at him, warmth and love present in your eyes

‘and i’m l/n y/n’

‘you have a beautiful voice’

‘and you are beautiful’

that ending for shiratorizawa physically and emotionally and mentally broke me

#daichi #sawamura daichi #tendou #tendou satori #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #daichi x reader #daichi imagines #daichi scenarios #daichi x y/n #sawamura daichi x reader #sawamura daichi imagines #daichi sawamura imagines #sawamura daichi scenarios #sawamura daichi fluff #tendou x reader #tendou satori imagines #tendou hcs #daichi hcs #haikyuu hcs #tendou imagines #tendou scenarios #tendou satori x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! fluff #haikyuu soulmate au #daichi fluff #tendou fluff

[kitkxxt]

Genshin Characters having you fall asleep on them/in their arms

Characters: Kazuha, Diluc, Kaeya, Scaramouche, Gorou, Jean, Thoma, Xingqiu, Beidou, Xiao

Warnings: Scaramouche.

Kazuha

SOFT. yall are probably on the crux fleet or under a tree or sumn, he's feral. buries his face in your neck, and thrives, he thinks you look really cute sleeping, however you sleep. probably admires you in a non creepy way.

Diluc

awkward at first, doesnt know what to do, so he sits there stiffly for a minute. eventually he will relax and might even also fall asleep

Kaeya

probably laughs, will tease you when you wake up, though dont let it get to you, he 100% loved it and savored every minute

Scaramouche

he pushes you off. no questions asked. though if you move back he'll give in and let you sleep begrudgingly

Gorou

SOFT AS HELL, his tail wags and he looks at you how he looked at kazuha and kokomi SOB, hes so happy, will definitely try to get you to sleep on him again

Jean

definitely confused at first, she'd let you sleep though, shed politely ask people to be quiet if there's anyone being loud, if they dont she moves away, and if she wakes you up accidentally she'll be super upset, probably try to get you to sleep again under the excuse that if you fell asleep once you're probably really tired

Thoma

he smiles the whole time, he'd admire how peaceful you look, he definitely pretends to cry when you wake up and talk about how he wanted you to sleep on him more

Xingqiu

he barely notices until he tries to talk to you about the book he's reading, he smiles softly and just keeps reading, teases you when you wake up

Beidou

she pets you LMAO, she'd run her hands through your hair and play with your hands subconsciously, and look at the ocean, or anything in the distance, shes smiling aswell, probably zoned out or admires you

Xiao

stiff. and anxious. he doesnt know how to react, he gets distracted and relaxes, though if he were to remember he'd stiffen up for a bit and eventually relax, thinking him being stiff isnt too comfortable

——————

agony, thats all for today, request if you want however i do have 2 unfinished ones i would wanna finish first jsabsksjx

#genshin impact #kazuha #kadehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc scenarios #diluc #diluc x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #Genshin Impact Scaramouche #Gorou #gorou genshin impact #gorou x reader #Jean #jean genshin impact #jean x reader #Jean Genshin x reader #Thoma #Thoma Genshin #Thoma scenario #Xingqiu #xingqiu genshin impact #beidou #xiao genshin impact #xiao #oneshots #Headcanons #scenarios #xiao oneshot

[extreme-technicality]

Lmfao I’m about to go the fuck off

Okayy sO I’ve got this fuckin diversity training to do, right, presumably going through different scenarios of “associates” experiencing microaggressions at the hands of their coworkers. First off I’m fucking. It’s. It’s formatted like a goddamn streaming service for [Chain] TV. And this training is like. Supposed to be a goddamn store streaming service original series???? Which like. Whatever lmao I could go off but that’s just the tIP OF THE ICEBERG, it’s got a fucking “rating” cuz again. streaming service. This is a fucking mandated training im—

ANYWAY the rating is PS for Psychologically Safe!! Cuz it’s a ~place for associates to be themselves and take risks and make mistakes~

I said “presumably” in the first paragraph because I haven’t even gotten through the first scenario!! Cuz it’s a non-binary person getting misgendered!! Aka my Literal Actual Entire Workweek!!!!!

*deep fortifying breath*

So like it’s framed as very……..Oh we’re very inclusive, Oh the whole store already knows their pronouns, We all accept them for who they are, Some of us just mess up a bit and nobody corrects us in the moment! Obviously it happens within their hearing, like Literally right in front of them, and there’s like two people misgendering them and I’m like. Mm. ahA. A n y w a y.

Like they make a whole point of them feeling shitty!! The camera cuts to them looking upset and just!! Bdjfjjcjdjcndncbdc sCREAMS I KNOW ALL THISSS IM IN THIS VIDEO AND I DONT LIKE ITTTT

a👏ny👏way👏

Video cuts to the misgendering employee being confronted by a bystander AFTER THE FACTTT AFTER. THE. F A C T. HBEJJFHCHHDJCBDBHCB

okay okay okay I am c a l m

And she apologizes like immediately and both of these (presumably cis) women kinda pat themselves on the back????? For misgendering and letting it happen???????? GOD this sounds so stupid, I might just delete this in five minutes or whenever I finish Actually Getting Through This but hhhhhhhhhh biting chomping violence and maiming

And it’s all so STIFF like I get this is supposed to be ��instructional✨ or whatever the fuck but like!!! People don’t talk like that!!!!!! And I just!!!!!

I have to fucking LAUGH cuz the other option is screaming and throwing things lmfao

OH WAIT IM CONTINUING LMAO

BITCH GOES “it’s really important that I get this right” IF IT WERE SO IMPORTANT YOUD CATCH YOURSELF IN THE MOMENT LMFAOOOOO

AND IF IT WERE IMPORTANT TO ANYONE ELSE THEYD INTERVENE IN THE MOMENT!!!!!

Ohhhh myyyyyy goddddddddddd now they’re going into how ✨brave✨ she was for bringing it up After The Fact and not saying SHIT in the MOMENT lmfao get out of my FACEEEEEEE

“What advice would you give associates who want to be an ally” LITERALLY SAY SOMETHING WHEN YOU SEE IT!!!!!!!! Someone misgenders your coworker in front of you???? CORRECT THEM RIGHT THEN AND THERE IMMMMMM

IT DOESNT EVEN HAVE TO BE DIRECT IT CAN BE SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS GENDERING THEM CORRECTLY!!!!! THE POINT IS NOT THE ✨COURAGE OF THE ALLY✨ HERE, THE POINT SHOULD BE HELPING THE PERSON ACTUALLY FUCKING FEEL LIKE THERES SOMEONE IN THEIR CORNER AT ALL TIMES!!!!! THATS WHAT SAFETY IS!!!!!!! F U C K!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#technical talks #immmmmmmmm lmfaooooo #I fucking hate it here lmao #also three guesses as to why I’m closeted at work!! #winner gets a prize and that prize is commiseration probably

[ushibug]

SMOKING WITH THEM //UA BOYS.

Summary: what it’d be like to be under the influence with them :D LOL

Warning: usage of weed, swearing, dumb teen things.

Bakugo Katsuki

It’s quiet

It’s probably in the comfort of a room, with low lights on and some music playing

It’s such a soft aura

(smoking with Bakugo is a PRIVILEGE take it or leave it.)

Some hot cheetos or takis are included so there is some munching as the bag is between you two on the floor.

both of you can’t speak, but there’s so many things you guys wanna say

So it’s just you both half awake, staring up at those stupid star stickers, jus thinkin

Eye opening highs every time with him

Minds going x games mode

It’s only when Bakugo chuckles at his own immaculate thoughts that brings your attention back to this moment

“What?” You croak, a sly smile played on your lips as your eyes crinkle more due to being clammy

“Just thought about how stupid Deku is.” He smiles contently.

“Lol. I see that.” You nod, laying back down.

Denki Kaminari

It’s a blast

It’s probably you guys outside because you smoked somewhere random then realized McDonalds is sounding really good

Two shitfaced teens on the streets, the best combination tbh.

Denki makes anything and everything funny.

“Look a branch.” He stifling his laugh so hard as he points.

Making you spit out in laughter.

Then he proceeds to say “tree.” Which makes you both piss your pants.

Once you reach McDonald’s in a stumble because of how clammed up your eyes are it’s 10x better.

Poor night shift employee as you guys stupidly stare at the menu for minutes.

When you guys finally get the foods it’s at the booth in the corner by the window.

“I fucking love Burger King.”

“Dude were at McDonald’s.”

“For real?”

Kirishima Eijiro

It’s a adventure.

It’s probably him dragging you along everywhere

Anywhere accessible at the evening starting with watching the sunset high as kites at a pond

Who makes the best duck sound? Let’s find out.

Then it’s yall going to whatever next great view of the city there is.

Or to a random lively city street if y’all bold bold.

It’s a bit quiet with you guys just taking in everything. Likes you’ve never seen it before.

Occasionally being loud when you both see something you’d like, or amazes you.

But as soon as y’all see a human? Stiff as a board. Even tryna roll in the ground like ninjas to avoid humans.

Kinda hard when all you hear is snickering behind that pole bc Kirishima couldn’t do a proper summer sault.

“Do you think they saw us?” You ask, peeking over the bush.

No response

“Kirishima?? Dude report to me man!” You whisper yell looking around.

“Pss down here!” He whispers from the ground where he is face planted.

“Nice.”

Sero Hanta

It’s hectic

It’s in the middle of a living room, with a cool action movie playing and yall so indulged in.

Stuffing your face in anything that’s in the fridge

Bruh even croutons taste immaculate

Until the credits roll, and music plays...

Cause when the music plays?? Man y’all on your feet.

It’s sweating and gasping at who can dance the best.

Both just going at it until the music FINALLY ends and you guys are left in pants,

“I have a wii.” Is all he whispers out

Fuck it, that whole session is yall just having a dance off on wii now.

Just Dance 1,2,3,4 & 5

Sorry babes but you loose when Shakira or any Latin song comes on :/ cause he can MOVE hips

“I-” pauses to to a spin. “Am going too-” lil hip movement “WIN.” He yells hitting that special move

Your just watching him in amazement. You stopped playing 1 minute into Hips Dont Lie just to observe

“Can... can you twerk?”

Shinsou Hitoshi

It’s chill

Almost like a goofy meditation

Both of you sitting across from eachother on the balcony, bong in the middle.

Staring contest and the first one to break has to drink the bong water.

But it’s long forgotten cause while staring you both get lost in train in thought.

It’s kinda deep too, both of you speaking about anything and everything relevant to your lives.

Like y’all be talking about how assimilated First Nations people are to what you’d do if aliens chose you as the president to why y’all knew you where depressed at the age of 11.

Shinsou is invested when it comes to conspiracy theories.

The use of “bruh” is also very common in this session.

Y’all there but not there so it’s a good flow of conversation and just an overall great vibe.

“..and that’s how I knew If the zombie apocalypse happened I’d be the 12th person in class to croak.” You stretch, finally finishing your explanation.

“This doesn’t explain how if Regina Goarge was there she’d die third.”

Mirio Togata

It’s pure happiness.

It’a like reality shifts too this unrealistic too perfect of a world with him

Both leaning against the counter, laughing as you both lick spoons of batter from the cookies that where baking.

Him talking on about how dandelions are flowers, or how there’s a certain beauty in everything and anything.

You talking about how bees are such a wonderful creation, and how cute humans truly are.

It’s oddly serious, very analytical with a goofy underside.

Obviously goofy y’all high as fuck in a kitchen

Tbh hes also the type to eat a whole peanut butter jar so beware

The cookies are a little burnt but you guys laugh when you notice how horrible of a circle they are.

“Kinda looks like a paw print.” Mirio mumbles, inspecting the cookie in his hands.

“What if we we got Tamaki to eat a dog, would he turn into one?” You croak out, snickering at the not so thought out thought.

Mirio gasps at the thought of him eating a dog out of all things.

Your eyes widen at what you just said before mirios mouths open...

“Dude...that’d be adorable.”

YALL CANT THINK MORALY OKY?? LMAO

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[monstranceglock]

Y'all I'm having Mary Goore feels right now and this idea hit me in the brain so fucking hard I had to get it written immediately.

(sfw)

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Wednesday nights were always busy. People looking for a mid-week buzz to help them make it to Friday were common, no matter what bar you worked at.

This particular bar you worked at was your favorite though. It had punk rock feel that attracted all sorts of alternative characters. Goths, punks, metalheads, and grungy rebels made up the bulk of the regular patrons. Different flavors of local rock bands frequented the bar to play their songs, hoping to grow their fan base and maybe snag a groupie for the night. It was through one such band that you met Mary Goore.

Mary was the lead singer to a band that had played at the bar one weekend. Death metal wasn’t particularly your favorite genre of metal but you could appreciate the talent and dedication that Mary and his band put into it. He even covered himself with fake blood. Repugnant became a local favorite, playing at the bar at least every other week.

After the second time playing their set, Mary went up to you tending the bar and asked for something “cold as a witches’ tit and just as stiff.” Amused at his wording, you poured him a shot of chilled vodka that had the highest alcohol content out of all the liquors in the entire bar.

“Oh that’s the good shit. I’m gonna need another.”

You smiled at him, noting that when patrons drink that particular brand of vodka, they usually stumble after the first shot. Mary Goore wasn’t worried. He wanted to get blackout drunk. Apparently he had a spat with his drummer and was trying to drink away his frustrations.

You offered to listen to Mary’s rant and rant he did. After he let it all out you offered him a sympathetic look and some advice that you thought was generic, but it clearly had an effect on him.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, asking how much for the three shots of vodka.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s on the house tonight, Goore.”

Mary smiled at you, with genuine thanks in his eyes.

“You know you’re the nicest bar tender I’ve ever met. Thanks.”

You and Mary became good friends after that, exchanging numbers after his third time playing at the bar. Sometimes you would meet up to hang out and talk shit when he didn’t have rehearsal and you didn’t have to work.

After he had another argument with his drummer (who was also his roommate) you offered to let him crash at your apartment until things worked out or had blown over.

This became a usual occurrence.

It turned out he fought with his bandmates a lot, usually over stupid shit like lyrics or the composition of a song. They were a death metal band and had a flair for dramatics after all. So after the fifth time of him crashing at your place, you offered him a spare key.

After that, Mary would spend the night even if he wasn’t clashing with his bandmates. “It’s clean and smells nice and you have better snacks.” He told you. You didn’t mind, he was a good friend, cleaned up all of his messes, and sometimes brought weed.

It was during one busy Wednesday that Mary texted you and said he would be at your apartment.

Mary: i got sum of the good kush (not the dollar store kind) and i dont wanna share with the others. can i smoke at your place? i’ll share sum with u tho cause ur my favorite

Smoking with Mary was always fun. You replied that it was cool and that you might be late because it was a busy night, and that it was okay if he smoked a little bit before you got there. You knew how impatient Mary could be.

Mary: babe ur the best!!!!! :D

You always blushed when he called you “babe.” You chalked it up to him just being a flirt, but it didn’t stop the little crush you had on him that was forming.

It was around 2 a.m. when your boss cleared you to go home. You grabbed your jacket and purse and took the late night bus back to your apartment, where you knew Mary was probably stoned out of his mind. You just hoped he left you enough to give you a few good hits.

It was during busy nights that you were glad you lived on the first floor. You couldn’t drag your feet up any stairs if your life depended on it.

When you put your key in the lock you heard what sounded like crying. You turned the doorknob and stepped inside to find Mary a total mess.

He was laying on the couch with his hands covering his face and sobbing uncontrollably. Empty bags of various flavors of potato chips and half eaten packs of candy littered around him.

You quietly set your purse down and hung up your jacket. You walked over to Mary and began to pet his hair.

“Mary…what’s the matter?”

Mary could only sob.

“Was it your band? Did you guys have another fight?”

“N-no…Nothing to d-do w-with my b-band…” He managed to say between hiccups.

“Well what’s wrong then?”

Mary pointed to the TV. The credits to Looney Tunes were playing.

“What were you watching that made you so upset? It couldn’t have been Looney Tunes…”

“Y-you don’t unders-stand! H-he thought h-his f-friend got b-baked into a c-cookie!” Mary cried.

“Huh?”

“T-the dog…h-he got a little cat f-friend and he t-thought h-his f-friend g-got baked into…into a c-cookie…”

“And this was a Looney Tunes episode?”

“Y-yes!” Mary whined.

“Well did it have a happy ending at least?”

“Y-yeah, his f-friend didn’t g-get turned into a c-cookie…b-but it was s-still so sad!!”

This weed must be potent as fuck to bring Mary Goore to tears over a Looney Tunes episode. Now you wanted to watch it, not remembering any such episode on Saturday mornings growing up.

“Would it be okay if I watched it with you? Will you get sad again?”

“I-I think I’ll b-be okay with y-you watching it w-with m-me…”

Sitting down and picking up some uneaten candy, you pressed the replay button.

You vaguely started to remember the episode as you watched it. As expected, Mary began to whimper again as the little kitten fell into the cookie batter. The kitten crawled out of the bowl before the dog had a chance to see, and dramatic music played as the dog saw the woman roll out and cut little shapes into the cookie dough.

You couldn’t help but smile at the ridiculousness of the situation you were in.

Mary wailed with the dog after being offered a cookie shaped like a cat, falling back into the couch as he let the sobs wrack through him again.

You began to pet him again. “But look, Mary! The kitten is okay! See? The lady is even letting the dog keep it! They’re all happy!”

Mary seemed to calm down a little at your reassurance and sat back up, wiping his eyes with the back of his hands. You offered him a tissue, and he started to blow his nose.

You just smiled at him, and pulled him into a hug.

“I think you’ve smoked enough for tonight. Let’s save the rest for later when we can smoke together.”

“Okay…”

It only took a few minutes for him to fall asleep in your arms, and you cherished the feeling of him breathing into your chest.

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https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6e28so this is the Looney Tunes episode I'm talking about lmao

#i also cried when i saw that episode #not when i was a kid #i cried when i saw it again as an adult #i wasnt high or drunk im just an emotional person lmao #mary goore #repugnant #ghost #ghost bc #the band ghost #fics #my fics #my posts #sfw

[nami-writes]

ive been drawing every day but im self conscious bc i still suck but there are some things ive drawn that im pretty happy with and i have like 4 followers so posting them here doesnt seem like the worst idea lmao

for reference on my art experience: i spent about a month trying to learn realism last feb but i dropped that before i could even draw more than individual eyes/noses/lips, went 6 months without drawing, then made an artist friend who motivated me to draw again, then i lost motivation again for 4 months, and now i’ve been drawing every day since jan 4 + i did a bit of sketching on jan 2. im not an artist whatsoever but i mean im trying lmao

1/5/21 — this was originally supposed to be a leg but i made the calf too low so it looks more like an arm but its actually a decent arm imo!! it was very exciting to draw my first Good Thing even if it didnt turn out the way i wanted it

1/6/21 — a pair of arms i tried to show emotion thru, lowkey inspired by zuko lmao. obviously the hands arent great but i dont hate the arms!

1/7/21 — first full bodies ive ever drawn decently!! i made the first dude muscly and buff unintentionally so i purposely made the second dude skinny and lanky to practice different body types yknow. also tried to practice poses by having the second dude gesture to,,,,,, something and having the third dude kneel on the ground and im pretty happy with how they came out

1/8/21 — legs i drew yesterday that im pretty proud of!

1/9/21 — hand i actually drew today! it’s a lil long and stiff and the index finger’s too thick but its the only good thing that came out of today’s study of hands lmao

i might update this with more good things i draw to keep up motivation and morale but yeah! i drew good things :))

#art progress

[offtopicoverload]

“Is something bothering you?” For Marisol x MC

I finally did this one! lmao 

Thanks for the prompt <3 Hope you enjoy this lil scene i had fun with it

Pinky Promise

Marisol x MC (Violet)

~1.3k decent sized, still just killing time today dont mind me

The Villa’s filled with shouts, laughter, and conversation this afternoon, a somewhat lazy day for once. A recoupling was announced for the next few days, but somehow no one seems particularly bothered, or at least they’re not showing it. At most, an unspoken tension has settled across the lawn, spurring the need to relieve it and distract from it. So most of the Islanders have elected to enjoy the weather and the free afternoon, with Violet happening to be one of them.

She walks over to the daybeds, finding Marisol and Priya settled on them, laughing and chatting softly amongst themselves as they watch the chaos occurring by the pool, the boys yelling and playing with floaties and pool noodles. She drops beside them, smiling kindly in greeting at Priya as she settles next to her, legs folded before her and fingers tapping at her ankles. She observes the pool, most of the boys flapping about and splashing water along the concrete, the pile of water bottles and phones close by, and on Lottie and Chelsea chatting by the edge. Chelsea giggles loud enough for the women on the daybed to hear, ringing the water from her hair as she does, while Lottie huffs sharply, standing and stomping angrily inside as water drips from her skin and hair.

Priya sighs, pulling her hair over her shoulder and combing her fingers through her reddish locks as she stands, “I’ll go make sure she’s not about to hurt anyone,” and starts for the Villa. Before she steps inside, she glances back to the pair still sitting, smiling apologetically to Violet as she follows Lottie inside.

Violet scoots closer, filling the gap Priya’s just left behind with a grin, nudging Marisol’s shoulder playfully, settling back to enjoy the sun. But Marisol doesn’t react to her at all, her hands knit together in her lap and back ramrod straight.

She avoids Violet’s gaze, her coffee eyes on the boys shouting in the pool, unseeing as they watch Gary splashing Chelsea. Violet inspects her carefully, privately praying Marisol will meet her gaze and smile, and frowning as it becomes more and more evident that she won’t. “Is something bothering you?” she asks gently.

Marisol doesn’t respond, her jaw clenching as Henrik cannonballs, Gary shouting ‘My turn!’ as he follows, Chelsea’s giggles still floating over to the pair on the daybed, her blonde hair damp from the antics.

“Marisol?” Violet nudges her shoulder again, her frown only deepening as she still doesn’t receive an answer, the body next to her stiff with muscles tensed. “Marisol, what’s wrong?” she asks softly again, imploring coffee eyes to meet her own dark chocolate swirls.

A frustrated sigh breaks from Marisol, her lips finally moving, “Nothing,” she answers tersely, still avoiding Violet’s gaze as she scowls at the air before her, scowls at the fun occurring in the water.

“Marisol,” she prompts sharply, frowning over at the girl staring into the distance, avoiding everything to do with her. “Marisol,” she prompts again, sharper this time. “Marisol,” one last jab breaks the dam.

Marisol inhales sharply, sucking in air between her teeth, “Do you fancy Henrik?” she spits out through a clenched jaw.

Violet’s brows crash together, her entire posture shifting as she moves further into Marisol’s line of sight to better scan her face. Her jaw is dropped in disbelief, lashes blinking as she short circuits and she fumbles for words, “...No?”

“You don’t sound convinced,” Marisol responds sharply, jaw still tight and expression furious as her hands clench in her lap. She fumbles and fidgets with her fingers and the jewelry resting on them, knuckles turning white as remains tense.

Violet gapes at her, “No!” she nearly shouts in frustration. “I - I am,” she forces her voice lower, “I’m just… surprised, I guess?” she looks at Marisol, still baffled and unsure where to take the conversation, but luckily she doesn’t need to decide.

“Why?” Marisol’s voice is harsh, hurt as she masks it with anger and irritation, “Because I noticed?”

“Because you’re jealous for no reason,” Violet answers, not quite as harsh, but plenty frustrated as she stares at Marisol’s features, still urging coffee to spill into chocolate.

Marisol shakes her head stiffly, numbly, “I’m not jealous,” she denies.

“Yes, you are,” Violet challenges.

Marisol’s lips twist as she sneers, “No. I’m. Not,” she spits again, venomous and toxic.

Violet sighs, “Look,” she starts, attempting to cool herself and resolve the tension that’s quickly grown between them, “whether you’re jealous or not, I don’t fancy Henrik. At all.” She throws as much - into the words as humanly possible, and then some.

“You don’t?” Marisol finally meets her gaze, her head whipping to find it and her eyes wide in shock. Her entire demeanor has shifted in half a second, and she watches intently as Violet’s lips slowly raise in an amused smile.

“I don’t,” Violet shakes her head to confirm, before an unabashed grin now breaks her lips, “Pinky promise,” she holds up her pinky finger challengingly, daring Marisol to take it.

Marisol looks at her in confusion with a furrowed brow, searching her features and hand cautiously, “What?”

“Pinky promise,” Violet wiggles her pinky finger in front of her face in a terrible explanation, while her expression suddenly turns serious, “It’s sacred. I’d never make one if I didn’t mean it.”

Marisol’s lips quirk on the edges, “Good,” and hooks her little finger on Violet’s, meeting chocolate confidently for once.

Violet beams, dark chocolate crinkling with it, and squeezes the finger looped around hers tight. She watches Marisol slowly relax, her finger still trapped by Violet’s, “Better now?” she asks, soft and gentle once more.

Marisol nods and Violet releases a huge sigh of relief before falling back to the duvet, finally releasing Marisol’s finger as her arm crosses over her stomach, “Thank God, I was so worried. I thought I did something awful.”

Marisol lets out an unbridled laugh, flopping back beside Violet, their arms brushing lightly as they stare up together, “No, I’m just a bit of an arsehole.”

Violet frowns, turning to poke her in the side and meet her vibrant eyes, her palm cupping the side of her head as she looks down to Marisol. “No, you’re just a bit jealous ‘cause you like me,” she smiles proudly.

“Yeah, yeah,” Marisol rolls her eyes, but she smiles all the same, turning onto her own side to meet Violet, her arm tucked under her head with only enough space between them for their arms to rest.

“Hey! We got a text, everyone!” Priya shouts across the lawn, shattering the bubble that’s slowly built around them. Violet falls to her back, looking over to the Villa to see Priya hanging out of the kitchen, looking across the lawn expectantly. The pool explodes, the boys jumping from the water and Chelsea scurrying over with them, their shouts echoing across the entire lawn. Violet sighs, launches forward, and turns to Marisol, offering her a hand.

She takes it, pulling herself to her feet just as Violet turns away, already striding over to the others in search of the text. Marisol has to rush to catch up, jogging to join Violet again before slowing at her side, her legs moving quicker to meet Violet’s long strides. Their hands brush against each other as they walk, the last ones outside as the others stand gathered in the kitchen. Marisol turns, smiling up at the taller woman beside her sweetly before locking their pinky fingers together, Violet beaming like the sun down at her in response, squeezing the finger in hers once again.

They don’t break their fingers as they arrive, as Ibrahim reads a text, as they file inside to get ready for the recoupling that’s been bumped up. They only break their fingers apart when they have to, but the promise from within them isn’t broken.

Even as Henrik couples with Violet, even as Marisol’s chosen last again, even as the Islanders nearly break into a fight, Violet’s promise isn’t broken. But Marisol’s new to pinky promises, she’s new to every assurance and definite Violet possess, and it takes her a while before she makes another, before their fingers lock together again, swearing the world to one another.

#litg fanfic #litg marisol #prompt #maybe #cheesy but i dig it

[burnedbyshoto]

Congrats on 200+ followers!!! You deserve it!!!!!!!! Can you please do a bakugo or todoroki angst and smut where it’s a villain au and the reader finds out??? Idk I had a dream about it and I immediately thought of you because I know that you’re the perfect person!!! Sorry if it’s not detailed enough Also ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

villain!todoroki shouto x reader

warnings: angst, smut, cursing, villain shouto

word count: 4,437

a/n: oh man, this was supposed to come out with a bakugou part as well because i have no self control and wrote them both. i haven’t quite finished bakugou because i am still adjusting to this new life schedule I have (and my roommate has me sleeping before my crackhead hours so i’ve been writing a lot less, but it will come out i promise!!!) anyways this is kinky public sex. like 100% straight up. i’m a bit nervous if you guys don’t like the smut but it’s the best i can do LMAO enjoy!!! also i dont really know if there was an actual villain au so i made it my own...with inspiration from horikoshi

Life was hard as a normal civilian.

To be quite honest you were mad that you weren’t blessed with some amazing quirk so you could be a hero. Instead, you had to be successful elsewhere. So you were a second-year university student with a quirk that allowed you to see probability in everything. Which, don’t get it wrong, helped you with multiple-choice tests, but besides the occasional better route to places, it wasn’t that extraordinary. 

Your boyfriend, however, was a hero, and a massively successful hero at that too! With only his hero debut two years ago he was currently the number three hero on the Hero Billboard Charts, it was insane. To be quite honest, you had met him during his debut when you had nearly died because of a villain. It had traumatized you.

You had already despised villains with all your being before that incident.

You had been in an eerily similar situation when you were younger when a villain swept you off the street and held you hostage on the tallest building of Japan. Since that moment, you were sincerely against every and all villains, none of them could be excused in your eyes. Nothing they did in the act of violence was justifiable.

But again, you guessed that the entire morality of people truly changed when people could suddenly do things that normally should not be possible. For instance, one of your classmates could physically remove his eyeballs from his eyesockets as part of his quirk and it made zero sense to you. It was a great party trick, but a terrible quirk.

You felt your hands shake slightly, a wave of dizziness hitting you as you finished walking up the hill. A few years ago, you had started suffering from anemia, your red blood count had taken a deficit hit and no one could explain why. Doctors had seen you countless amounts of times, but no one could explain to you why your blood had suddenly taken a hit. They had run tests, even going as far as culturing your cells in a lab in an attempt to find a solution, but everything was normal. So it left both the scientists and you stumped. Reaching into your backpack, you removed your daily pills to alleviate most of your symptoms and swallowed them before continuing on your way.

You walked up the stairs to the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, a simple three-bedroom, with a two-bath apartment that he paid for with his earnings. “I’m home.” You call out, brushing your hair out of your eyes as you dropped your books onto the ground, trading your shoes for some slippers before walking into the common space where Shouto sat in his casual clothes.

“Hi, there,” Shouto greeted you as you groaned softly, trudging over to where he lay, and collapsed onto his lap, “Long day?” He asked, his fingers massaging your scalp softly.

“I had to sit throughout the worst lecture of all lectures because in my philosophy class we were discussing if ‘villains deserved to have second chances after inflicting damage on civilians.’“ You mutter into your boyfriend’s neck as he holds you gently in his arms.

“And your position?” Shouto asked, although already knowing your answer.

“They don’t, if heroes can’t get away with hurting other people without licenses, why in the world would I expect any less for criminals.” You say in a defeated voice as you remember most people in your class hadn’t agreed with your viewpoint. 

“What about if they’re inflicting damage because they got caught and didn’t see any other way out?” Shouto asked, picking away at your thought and you groaned again.

“Instead of being my incredible stupid smart boyfriend, can you just agree with me? Everyone already said everything you could think of and I’m sad.” You pout trying your best to disappear within your boyfriend’s arms. A small chuckle vibrates through your boyfriend’s chest and you can’t help the smile on your face as he places a kiss on your head. He was the best.

You found yourself later that night collapsed onto your shared bed, your face buried in the pillow as you longed for the next day to come. You had no classes the following day, and with Shouto having–at least so far–an open day, the two of you planned on making it a 24 hour date day. You trailed your tired gaze over to Shouto who was standing by the doorframe, his eyes concentrated on his phone, a very stiff and angry look on his face.

“Everything okay?” You ask, your voice muffled with the pillows as you watched Shouto typing away, his attention not on you in the slightest.

“Yeah…” Shouto trailed off, his face set in a small scowl as he turned off his phone screen and walked over to the bed, “The office called in, they made a stupid mistake that I need to… fix.”

You sighed softly, his office was always messing things up and you thought it was very unprofessional of them.

“Hopefully they’ll be able to work it out tonight without you, come on and sleep Shoucchan,” You yawn as your boyfriend comes to lay in your arms. “Just sleep.” You encourage.

“Okay…” Shouto nods his head as he wraps his arms around you as well, and you feel warm as sleep takes over you in the best of ways.

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You woke up to an empty bed, your eyes looking over at the clock on Shouto’s bed-side that read four in the morning, and you were confused. Where was he?

You sat up and quietly walked to the bathroom, but found it empty and it made you even more disoriented, where was he?

There was a low growl, almost a snarl like snap coming from the living room, and you walked over quietly to see Shouto sitting down on your couch, surrounded by villains. Villains you recognized as the ones on Shouto’s debut.

His back was to you, the villains not even the slightest bit aware of your presence as Shouto spoke.

“How the hell, could you mess this up? Again?!” His voice is low, angry, a whole new tone to it, and it was something you had never imagined you could ever hear from your boyfriend. “I supply you with so much blood, and you can’t even produce what I need you to achieve?”

Your breathing slightly quickened as you stilled in the hallway, disappearing back into the shadows.

“I have been taking y/n’s blood for years, and you’re still unable to come up with a resolution. It’s making it seem unusual to me, you aren’t deluding me, are you?” Shouto’s voice echoes through your mind as a choking breath escapes your lips, and you panic as the pleading voices of your boyfriend’s company subsides.

You turn on your heel, running back into the room, slamming the door. 

Your breathing was staggered, your fingers trembling as you heard footsteps in the hallway. “I’ll deal with you later,” Shouto’s voice speaks, “Get out before you can’t.”

You didn’t know who he was talking to at this point, and despite being in only your sleepwear, you ran to the fire-escape of your room and left the house. The sound of the doorknob opening almost screaming through your ears.

You climbed down the ladder as fast as you could, uncaring of the shooting pain going through your feet. Your heart clenching at the revelation of what was being kept from you.

You ran.

And ran.

And ran.

Eventually, you found yourself collapsing in the middle of the street as tears fell down your cheeks, what the hell was happening?

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Your head rose up from your childhood bed weeks later, it had been three weeks since you had last seen Shouto. Three weeks later and your anemic symptoms had all disappeared. Three weeks later and Pro-Hero: Shouto was still a name people loved. Three weeks later and not a single word or encounter with villains or your boyfriend and you weren’t really sure what you were expecting.

Everything just felt entirely wrong.

You still had feelings for Shouto.

Your feelings towards villains hadn’t changed though.

You now hated Shouto.

But you still loved him.

You missed him.

You resented him.

He had violated your body, for your blood, something you couldn’t comprehend as to why. Was everything between the two of you fake? Something created to obtain your blood?

Was everything a deception?

You walked aimlessly to university, your usual friendly personality had been scuffed to death at the moment, and you ignored the hello’s that still came your way. You sat down in your philosophy class later that day staring out the window, uncaring of the lecture that was taking place on the ethical and moral dilemmas that had resurfaced with the introduction of quirks and how even today it was in place. 

Your eyebrows scrunched as you saw a figure in the alley behind the building move into the sunlight, and your face muscles tightened as you saw Shouto standing there. Wearing casual clothing, staring right back at you as if he knew it was you looking at him.

You watched in slight horror as he picked up his phone as if he was signaling something to you, and a small buzz alarmed you of a text notification.

shouto: come here

You felt your blood chill slightly at those words. Why was he finally reaching out towards you? You knew that he knew that you remembered his dark secret. Despite having this information you weren’t going to be telling anyone, especially not anytime soon.

Your hands shook as if you were suddenly anemic again as you quickly grabbed your backpack and left the classroom, ignoring the curious gazes on your figure as the door closed behind you.

What the hell were you thinking? Why were you listening to him? He didn’t deserve to speak to you, and what if it was going to be a threat? You couldn’t even begin to imagine what would happen if it was a threat. You would cry for sure, but god, you craved seeing him.

Without even fully realizing it, you found yourself stepping into the alleyway where Shouto was hidden in the shadows by himself. Your fingers tingled with uneasiness as you subconsciously moved your arms to shield yourself from him.

Shouto watched you from his position against the wall, his hands shoved into his pockets, his shoulder leaning against the bricks.

God why did you meet him in this alleyway, it was a secluded area on campus already, and if he decided to kill you no one would find your body for weeks.

You begin to mentally panic as you tried to figure out a way to get out of the trap you just walked into. 

“What do you want?” You whisper softly, refusing to look at him directly and you watched as Shouto’s feet shifted as he readjusted his stance.

“I think that’s what I am supposed to be asking,” Shouto’s voice speaks to you, but it seems sharper, so foreign to you, not the man you love.

You moved your gaze to look directly at Shouto who was staring at you, almost curiously, as if you were a subject he was analyzing.

“I have nothing to say to you.” You defiantly assert your facial features set in stone as you refused to let him read any emotion that was racing through your mind.

“Hm, well,” Shouto smirks softly as he takes a step closer to you, and you automatically take a step backward. “You wanna know why I lied about my profession.” His tone suggests that he’s guessing, but you knew he could read you like a book.

A noise struggles in your throat as you refuse to acknowledge his questions.

“Simple. Being a hero is bullshit, what’s the point in being a savior to undeserving people who merited the actions of the everyday villains. It seems wrong, you would never understand, y/n, but that’s okay. Besides, there’s something so liberating doing things that aren’t… expected of you.” Shouto’s voice almost taunts you as your eyes narrow slightly as he takes another step towards you, and instinctually, you step back.

“What else would the opinionated y/n have?” Shouto says as he brushes his shaggy hair out of his eyes, their piercing colors drilling holes into your soul. “Your blood, huh? Now that is something you’ll just love. You see, your probability quirk is amazingly powerful, did you know that? The number of scenarios you can use it is unlimited with the ability to be correct ninety-nine out of a hundred times. Your quirk is good luck, and you were an idiot for never noticing it.”

Now that hit a nerve, and your lip trembled the ever so slightest as an aloof chuckle leaves Shouto’s mouth, another step forward for him, and another step backward for you.

“Did I hurt your feelings?” Shouto smirks again then a sigh leaves his lips, “You had amazing potential, my love, but your anxiety just kept you from achieving everything. So yes, I did seek you out intentionally for your quirk, but you had this fear that I could never get you over, so I had to get your blood in an… artistic way, you can say.” 

You felt like you were suffocating when your back hits the wall, but you don’t react to the feeling of the harsh brick against your back as you concentrate on the man you don’t recognize in front of you. “But of course, why did I need it?” Shouto clicks his tongue as a hand comes to press against the wall next to you, trapping you. “It will act as the ultimate judgment for every person in the world, and we needed a lot, but it turns out I had a vermin in my midst, that’s why it took so long.”

He traces a finger against your face and everything he says slams into you. Maybe you didn’t know Shouto as well as you thought you did, you were in love with a villain after all, but there was something so artificial in his words that after months of feeling numb anger flared within you. You can feel nothing but anger and hatred seeping through you towards this man before you.

“You can’t possibly think you’re superior enough to enact judgment on everyone, because of what? You save a few bad civilians?!” You spat at him finally feeling emotions and energy run through your body as your hands come up to shove Shouto’s shoulders with unknown strength and he staggers back. “Are you fucking kidding me, Shouto?!”

Your face scrunches as he takes a step backward, and now you’re on the attack. “Are you some fucking idiot? You think you can act like my boyfriend for two years and expect me not to pick up personality traits of your own? I can practically smell the anxiety from your body, you dick!” You storm as you shove Shouto again. “Your words are too pretty, too fucking rehearsed, dumbass, you’re a leader by action, you idiot, not by words! God, is someone fucking feeding you that little speech?! You’re a fucking villain, not some martyr, so you can shut the fuck up, and go feed your feeble-minded words to assholes who believe that they are the ones to shape the world! Go tell this sob story to the world, how about to your mom, let’s see how many people fucking agree with you then, Todoroki.”

You feel as if your blood is on fire as you have Shouto up onto the wall, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly opened in shock. Your breathing is harsh, fast, panting, as your eyes glare into Shouto’s eyes that are quickly turning from shock to anger to lust. You don’t even know what’s happening to you until you feel your hands grab the collar of his shirt and slam your lips against his own.

Your lips connect with his lips at every touch in a hard fashion. Your fingers fisted into his shirt as you slam your taller boyfriend–was he even your boyfriend–into the wall. You’re intensely aware of his fingers gripping your hips as your bodies came to be mangled onto each other, leaving no room between your two bodies as you continued this angry kiss.

You felt as Shouto let out a low growl, his weight shifting and he shoved you against the wall. His hands moving from your hips to cup the bottom of you ass, roughly grinding his crotch against yours, and fury went through your body. 

Why did he have to fuck this all up for the two of you?

The kiss was getting sloppy, your teeth clashing too often, breathless heaves panted into each other’s mouths as your tongue slipped into Shouto’s mouth. You defiantly press your tongue against him, not allowing him the victory of entering your mouth as your hands leave your grip from his shirt to grasp onto his hair, tugging on it sharply that makes Shouto let out a tantalizing moan. This wasn’t fair to Shouto, you knew that’s how he saw it, and just as you guessed, he moves his hands to better grasp your ass as he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist immediately. His hands removing yours from his hair to slam them up against the wall.

A pained but lustful moan escapes your lips from this action, and you rock your hips painfully slow against Shouto’s crotch and sigh in victory as Shouto removes his lips from yours, “F-Fuck,” Shouto curses, his grip on your hands lessening slightly, and your eyes crack open to see Shouto’s head thrown back, and a mewl leaves your lips at the sight of your man stuttering because of you.

It doesn’t last long as suddenly, Shouto’s lips are back on you, leaving hot open-mouthed kisses trailing down your neck, his teeth biting down almost animalistically with every other kiss, but fuck does it make your toes curl. “Yes,” you praise the man between your legs as you roll your hips against Shouto’s in a way of retribution, and the lust and fury of Shouto’s eyes are connected with yours.

You gasp breathlessly as Shouto’s hot tongue licks slowly between the cleavage of your breasts, combined with the harsh tug of your hair sends your head snapping back, “Fuck you,” You spat, angry with yourself that he knew exactly how to please you in the best way.

“I plan on making you do that for me,” Shouto growls lowly, as you slam your lips back onto his own. 

A muffled cry leaves your lips as you feel his hands go under your shirt and massages your breast harshly through your bra, “Don’t you dare fucking think that this is going to make things okay.” You snap as you grab Shouto’s hands increasing the strength on his already harsh grip on your breasts.

“I didn’t.” Shouto laughs as his head goes under your shirt, and you can only wait helplessly as you feel your bra unclasp and a harsh roll of your nipples between his fingers sends you through another moan. You feel anger resurge through your body as you can feel the victorious smirk on his lips as he bites the sensitive underside of your breast.

With your hips still rolling away on his own crotch, you don’t hesitate as you blindly unbuckle the belt on Shouto’s pants and slip your hand through the waistline, your hand seizing the base of his cock. You hear a hiss from Shouto, and you almost laugh in manically glee of making the man you shouldn’t want tremble. 

“You’re a bitch.” Shouto gasps as he removes himself from your breasts, and goes to press wild, uncontrolled kisses onto your lips. And the coil in your stomach is tightening as he jerks against your pumping hand and rolling hips.

“And you’re a coward.” You hiss as Shouto drops you to the ground, your legs wobbly from the uncontrollable emotions you had long submitted to, the pool of heat in your underwear only seeming to intensify as Shouto slams your stomach into the wall.

“Now, are you going to behave correctly to the big bad villain who has you trapped?” Shouto whispers into your ear, his teeth biting softly onto your earlobe, shoots of tingles resonating through your body as you feel his hand move from your waist to your inner thighs, too close for comfort, not close enough for the relief you desperately sought. 

“You’d be a bigger idiot if you thought I would simply submit.” You breathlessly reply as his fingers trailed up higher, and your hips rolled slightly as his fingers touched between your legs deliciously soft, and you fought another mewl leaving your mouth.

“Ah, don’t stop yourself from making sound,” Shouto grinned against your neck, “Tell the world how much you hate me.”

You could only pant as Shouto’s hand unbuttoned your shorts and let them drop to the ground as his fingers went inside your panties, and brushed against the hood of your clit, “Fuck off,” You repeat as soundless moans leave your lips, your head thrown back again as his fingers slip into your opening, slowly moving as his other hand goes to tease your clit in a way that causes you to bite onto your tongue to contain the pleasure-filled scream ready to leave your mouth.

“Do you want me?” Shouto breathes harshly against your neck as he ground his hard pelvis into your ass, and you could only nod your head as his fingers pumped into you. The heat in your stomach only grow as the coil in you felt tighter as both the pumping and teasing intensified, “Fuck, love, aren’t you just fucking wet as always.”

You let out an exasperated cry as his fingers leave your dripping sex, and you can only watch with hooded eyes as Shouto brings his fingers to his mouth, slowly licking your juices off his fingers. “Fuck me with the same passion you have in hating me,” Shouto whispers as he twists your neck to kiss you in this twisted position, and you moan as you can taste yourself on his lips and tongue, and before you can even savor the feeling of his tongue on yours, his jeans are bunched by his knees, and you’re completely bent over, your underwear joining your shorts on the floor.

“You want this, you want me?” Shout asks again his voice almost a growl, his facial features intense as he drops his own underwear and is stroking his already pre-cum leaking cock. 

“I swear to god, Todoroki,” You hiss staring at the man who had your heart seem almost unsure of what was the right thing to do, “If you don’t finish what I started, I will never forgive you.”

That’s all it takes, and the uncertainty in Shouto’s mind is made up and all you could do is let out strings of curses as he slams into you from behind in one quick movement. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight.” Shouto groans as you pant, your hands shake against the wall, god did his dick in you send you to another planet.

“Fucking move already, pussy.” You snarl and smirk as Shouto takes it as a challenge as starts thrusting his hips, ready to kill any doubt you had in your mind.

And then you could do nothing but scream out encouragement as Shouto’s hips slam into yours, harshly, at speeds you never envisioned the two of you reaching before.

Every thrust sent you grasping for support on the brick wall as he continued thrusting into you, his fingers gripping you waist as curses leave his lips.

Your jaw drops and a shrill gasp leaves your mouth as the coil in you tightens significantly at a certain angle he comes in, “Like that?” Shouto laughs although you could hear no humor in his voice as he comes in at that angle again, and you can barely control the sob of pleasure that rips out of your mouth.

“Sh-Shouto!” You arch your back and despite the position, Shouto is edging, you can feel the tremble in his thighs, his tell when he was almost over the edge. “Fuck me, faster!”

Shouto doesn’t disappoint you as you feel his hands grasp your hair and he snakes a hand back to your clit, and you find yourself clenching your eyes in concentration, trying not to satisfy him with cumming first.

You smiled in victory as shuddering gasps left Shouto’s lips as you felt his thrusts progressively missing his usual targets, and with a drawn-out groan from him, you felt him cum in you, and you couldn’t help yourself as you looked over your shoulder and saw Shouto’s face filled with relief.

His hips stilled for moments, but your own hips didn’t stop, and another string of curses left Shouto’s mouth as he focused distractedly on your own orgasm. His body rocked into yours, and your hips met him in every motion, your lip trembling as his fingers danced against your clit.

The coil in your heat tightened and tightened, and when he pressed a kiss on the back of your neck, his fingers pinching your clit, the coil snapped and you could only see white as an immeasurable amount of pleasure ripped through you, and a scream sagged through your body as you came undone.

You whined as you felt him exit you, and you slowly straightened back up, you felt uncomfortably sore. Quietness filled the alleyway as the two of your straightened out your outfits turning towards each other, then you locked eyes, and it finally hit you. This was goodbye.

Your breathing staggered as Shouto’s lips were on yours again, and you feel overwhelmed. Your fists are clenched on his chest, his fingers hooked onto your belt loops. Your brows are brought together, and you can tell both of your jaws are clenched. It almost felt like a magnetic pull between you two, but you had to deny it. So you shift so that your foreheads press together, your lips just brushing, just barely, so faintly touching until you pull away completely with a shaking exhale, your forehead dropping into Shouto’s neck.

“I am in love with you, but I can’t love you knowing what you are.” You whisper as you break away, grabbing your bag and leaving Shouto alone in the alley, wiping tears that inevitably fall from your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

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my stupid highschool oneshot thing

look im not a writer, (I used to be when I was fourteen, haven’t done it since then so ya know, you dont use it you lose it lmao)

Anyways this has been highly requested that I post it, im a bit mad because its not exactly how I wish their dynamic was, I’m not great at writing banter (or anything i’m an artist now plewse) but ya know Also DISCLAIMER: This is a piece of fiction, it in no way reflects real life Dan and Phil (In fact my au switches up their personalities a fair bit) and do not tag them okAY P E O P L E They dont wanna see it and I dont want them to see it (Even if this isnt a particularly shippy piece lmao people are getting very angsty as of late) I also don’t have an editor so sorry for any mistakes  Anyway here ya go heathens 

Dan didn’t notice the opposing teams jock barrelling towards him, not until his leg had swept under his own, causing him to fly through the air, ball no longer in his possession. 

In fact it all flew by in a matter of seconds. Dan didn’t really have time to process exactly what was happening until he felt the shock of pain that travelled up his wrist and down his arm as he landed heavily onto it, crying out as he rolled once or twice before coming to a stop… He couldn’t really tell. There was a whistle blow, but the bustling around him seemed dull in comparison to the loudness of the pain in his wrist. 

He hissed as he was righted, pulled up and put steadily on his feet, being ushered to the benches, it only felt like five minutes before the game was back on course, bar Dan to be left on the sides, a few claps on the back from his teammates as he let his head come down from the spinning it was doing. 

The nurse on staff did a pretty shoddy job of bandaging, but to her credit she did ask if he wanted an ambulance. If his dad knew an ambulance was called because he hurt his wrist... he didn’t even want to imagine the searing look of disappointment he would receive. 

So he just declined. 

The game was one of the final ones of the season, they were playing against the local private school, which had a surprisingly amount of suspiciously beefed up kids, though with private school money Dan wasn’t surprised they probably had some ins with the law and extra ‘help’. 

He really wanted to play in the final, in fact his coach had even been considering him for the team, not that Dan was amazing at football, but he wasn’t the worst. He was passable at best, probably why his parents weren’t here right now to witness the semi, something he supposes he should be counting his lucky stars for now he had an injury as mediocre as a sprained wrist, but now there was a nagging pull in his gut of his own disappointment. 

He waited out the game on the bench, figuring he should at least be there for his team for the results, even with a sprained wrist he didn’t want to run away without at least talking to a few of his mates afterwards. 

-

Phil didn’t see the tumble. 

He was perched up in the bleachers, trying to ignore the way the mild and darkening sky had began to stew whipping winds that tore right through the threads in his sweater, by sketching insurmountable things he could see. 

He didn’t usually go to games, not only was it not his scene, but he would either end up insanely bored or find his eyes following Dan Howell’s god damn limber body. But this was the semis, and he totally wasn’t here to occasionally glance at a certain panting number 91, he at least wanted to show his support for the school. It wasn’t his fault this game was boring and his sketchbook looked far more inviting. 

He only looked up when there was a big murmur and gasps coming from the crowd around him, and he couldn’t see who it was at first, but there was a boy sprawled on the ground. 

It didn’t take long to figure out it was Dan, and his eyebrows furrowed deeply, closing his sketchbook and shoving it into his bag. He ended up walking down a few rows in the bleachers, just trying to see if the daft idiot was okay, and he sat down again much closer. The nurse did an awful job at bandaging his hand, he could see that from here, and he would have to fix it after the game. Well.. he didn’t have to, of course, but he figured Howell was too much of an airhead to fix it properly and as much as the other grated on him he at least wanted him to be comfortable. 

When it came to the end of the game, Phil’s school lost, and there was a brief celebration for the other school as they paraded off the field, while Dan’s team just huddled around to talk to the coach and then walk to the locker rooms, obviously trying to act casual even if they had essentially just been eliminated from the finals. 

Looking around, a lot of the families and students were milling out, many of them disappointed by the outcome of the game.  

This was their star team, and there had been a surprisingly large turnout for the event, to have it all end this anticlimactically felt a bit wrong, if he was being honest, even if sports definitely weren’t his thing. 

Phil headed down towards the locker rooms, some of the boys were already heading out, chatting and bumping into each other as they walked. Boys were talking, over half of them shirtless. He tried to avoid looking at them, while Phil had come to terms with his sexuality internally, he wasn’t out to his school, despite the obvious digs lots of the jocks and ‘cool kids’ would make. He wasn’t exactly subtle. 

Dan hadn’t noticed him, he was sitting on a bench and chatting to a teammate, but some of the boys closer to the entrance had. 

“Ay! It’s Danny’s little bitch, what’s new Lester?” A boy Phil knew as Jason laughed, throwing an arm around his shoulders, leaning heavily on him. 

Phil grunted, and shoved him off. “I’m not anyone’s bitch. Especially not Howell’s.” 

There was an ‘oo’ that rippled through the boys, and it was safe to say that Dan had noticed him. He furrowed his eyebrows, and stood up. 

“A teacher told me to help Dan.. carry his stuff with his hand like that.” He faltered off, because that half baked excuse really did make him sound like someone’s bitch. But by this point people were beginning to lose interest and ended up either packing up to leave or going back to chatting amongst themselves about a hot girl or something Phil honestly couldn’t care less about. 

Phil walked towards Dan, throwing on a mastered look of indifference and annoyance.

“What are you doing back here?” The brunette sighed deeply, running his good hand through his hair. “As if I don’t already get clowned on enough from seeing you during actual school hours.” He said dryly. 

Phil rolled his eyes. “I saw that sad excuse for a nurse ‘wrap’ your hand. I’ve seen children under the age of 4 wrap toilet paper around themselves better.” 

Dan groaned as he fell back to his sitting position on the bench. “Good deed Lester huh? You aren’t a guardian angel you know.” 

“Are you going to turn down actual help with that wrist, Howell. Seriously.” He dropped his bag on the ground, and knelt down, ignoring the few whistles he got from the people still in the room. 

Dan rolled his eyes as he looked down at Phil, arched eyebrow and holding his injured wrist with his hand, like he didn’t trust him. “Fine.” He sighed, setting his hand down on his leg, looking down at Phil with a suspicious and unless he was imagining it, flushed face. 

Phil carefully lifted the brunettes injured hand, frowning at the small pang of guilt he felt when Dan hissed in a sharp breath, quiet, as if being a little louder would shatter his reputation in one fell swoop. 

By now the locker room had basically emptied out, Dan’s mates sauntered away, hefting their heavy gym bags over their shoulders as their voices echoed down the hallway and slowly faded into the cool night air. 

Dan and Phil sat in silence for a few moments as Phil examined the bandage. Dan seemed to relax a little, and he allowed the feeling of calm to wash over them now there was no eyes examining their every move. The indifference and hostility seemed to drain from the air.

He didn’t know if it was the late night game or the lack of people, but he felt as though he was back before highschool, back before their fall out. Before their life became a series of quips and tension seeping into the fond memories he once had for the boy in front of him. 

“Why do you play, when you end up hurting yourself like this?” His question was genuine, none of the concealed fire that was usually behind his voice when he talked to Dan. 

Phil used his other hand to unroll the bandage. He had seen the first aid kit it came from, the contents being the single bandage, two band aids and a single cotton swab. Not the most ideal for a sport like this, hands on and physical, but their school wasn’t really known for their state of the art resources. 

Dan looked unsure of whether or not he should give a witty response or answer seriously. In the end he seemed too exhausted to spit out a clever one liner. So he opted for the truth. 

“I don’t know..” Dan huffed a breath out of his nose, like he was out of practice with talking about his emotions. “The guys are cool.. people like a jock you know?” He pauses for a moment, like he was struggling with whether or not he wanted to continue. “And I kind of want my dad to be proud of me? You know my dad. I want him to think.. I’m one of the lads. One of the boys.. not a royal screw up son.” He snorted, good hand rubbing the back of his neck like he was trying to play off his words as ridiculous. 

But Phil didn’t laugh. 

“Proud of you?” He repeated, slightly quieter as he slowly started to wind the bandage around Dan’s stiff wrist. 

Dan shrugged, looking away and seemingly focusing on a spot far across the room, like he was trying to be anywhere but here, talking to a friend who had been distanced by time and change. 

But Phil remembers, he remembers his curly brown hair bouncing around when he was excited, when he was jumping around playing cops and robbers, he remembers his loud and boisterous laugh and the way his cheeks dimpled and filled with colour. He remembers a time when he knew the boy in front of him more then he knew anyone in the world. When he thought Dan was his forever friend and that nothing would ever change that. 

Guess something changed. 

“You know I’m proud of you,” He continued, not looking up from bandaging. He could feel Dan’s eyes on him now, he could feel the incredulous and doubtful eyes bore into his skin, see into his soul. He didn’t seem to have expected an actual answer in response. “I’m proud of you when I see you play piano. When I see your eyes light up and when you lose yourself in the keys. When you recite dumb Shakespearen poetry and when you are on stage commanding the spotlight, when the only person who matters is you. That’s what I’m proud of. That’s what makes me think, THIS is Dan Howell. THIS is who he is meant to be. Not a shallow jock with a sharp tongue and attitude. I’m proud of the real you.”

He clipped the bandage pin on the end of the roll, now safely locked on Dan’s wrist, and he went to pull his hand away but was stopped by a hand placed over his. 

Dan’s eyes were how he remembered, not in way they were for the past two years, glazed over as he tried to cram his way into a puzzle he didn’t fit into, but filled with an unfathomable tenderness and something he couldn’t quite put his finger on 

They didn’t need to exchange words, the soft smile Dan gave him spoke a thousand words, making up for time that felt lost before now. 

He stood up, finally dropping Phil’s hand and grabbing his jacket off the bench. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.” 

-

Their silence was welcoming as they walked down the hall towards the exit. The last few years had been full of quips and jabs, fast insults and banter that sometimes toed the line as not quite friendly. This silence, it was new, but it felt right. Dan couldn’t quite understand, but there was a shift that felt comfortable. 

Dan had known Phil a long time, longer then anyone in this god forsaken school. He was quiet and reserved and he enjoyed painting and drawing. He was creative, and he didn’t care what people thought of him. He was unapologetically himself, and that was something that he only wished he could be. 

For the longest time it was him and Phil. Dan and Phil against the world, playing Mario cart and watching shitty movies, always at each other’s houses like they belonged together. 

Then high school happened.

The desire to fit in hit Dan like a ton of bricks. While Phil was content to remain a Mario kart loving geek, Dan couldn’t stand being the butt of the joke. He couldn’t stand his dad being disappointed whenever he brought Phil home to do something nerdy. As the years went by it became a sort of crutch for him and Phil to make snide remarks at each other as they passed in the halls, glaring across the halls and that’s how it stayed. 

Don’t get him wrong, he loved to see Phil riled up. He loved to see his eyebrows furrow together and his eyes roll. His arms crossed and his posture unimpressed. If anything that was his favourite part, the way his voice flooded with heat and passion, as he stared at him with the intensity of a bonfire. He loved to tease him and play his surprisingly short temper like a fiddle.

But he wasn’t attracted to him. No way. Phil wasn’t a pretty girl. He did NOT find his eyes pretty and the way his hair sometimes fell into his eyes and his hands didn’t itch to run his hands through it. 

He was straight. He had to be. 

His heart dropped a little, and he couldn’t explain why, but he looked over at Phil, who was walking beside him. 

They were outside now, and it was raining, not too heavily but enough to get you fairly wet. Despite the fact Phil was wearing a sweater and long overalls, he could see him shiver, the fabric of the sweater probably allowed the biting wind to nip tight through it.

He shrugged off his jacket, and gently wrapped it around Phil’s shoulders, forcing them to stop momentarily. The street light cast a soft light over them, and his eyes met the other boys, and for a moment they stared at each other, Dan watching as raindrop followed the contours of Phil’s face, a drop following his cheekbone and the slope of his jaw. 

He coughed, rubbing the back of his neck again as he started walking. “Okay okay, lets get you home, Lester.” 

“Are you sure you aren’t cold?” Phil enquires inquisitively as he sped walked a bit to catch up with him. 

He shrugged. “Still running on adrenaline I guess.” It was a lie, he was slightly cold. But it felt right, and he continued to walk with him in silence. 

Phil was holding the jacket around himself as they approached his house, and they stopped just under the porch, the light flickering on to illuminate his face. 

Dan stuffed his good hand in his pocket, and he clicked his tongue as Phil went to shrug off the jacket to give back. “Nah, wash it first, don’t want your nerd germs on my clothes.” Despite the insult, he found himself smiling warmly, and Phil too just chuckled. 

“Alright, I’ll give it to you on Monday or something, Howell.” 

Dan saluted as he turned to walk away, and he could feel Phil staring through his back as he walked back into the rain. They were only a street apart, but he knew that was going to be one long walk. 

#mine #stick to drawing Hayley u idiot #ur right i should #but this only spawned at like 2am so im sorry #highschool au