#oi its late oops

[malereadermaniac]

Go to bed ~ Leon Kuwata x Male Reader

It was early in the evening, 9pm sharp

You'd been scrolling mindlessly on tiktok for the past hour

You come across a video you felt you just needed to share, so you post it on your Insta story

Hoping you can making your friends giggle at it

Of course, Sayaka replies to it, and the two of you spiral into a conversation

But halfway through your convo with Sayaka, you get a message from none other than Leon

You and Leon were good friends, you liked the red-head, you went to hid games and cheered him on louder than anyone else

He fucking loved it when he heard your voice in the crowd

Leon had recently realised he had the fattest crush on you, so he did what any reasonable person would do and asked a friend for help

However, that friend he asked was Mondo.

Who encouraged Leon to talk to you as much as he could and to try exert dominance

"Cause a guy like (y/n) would totally love a dominant typa guy ya know?" - verbatim Mondo's advice to Leon

You end your conversation with Sayaka and go check what Leon sent you

It was a short reply to your story

"Go to bed, it's late"

You audibly chuckled, you looked at the time on your phone

It was barely 9:30

What the hell was Leon on to be going to bed so early?

"Bro it's 9:30 it's so early wdym???"

"This is actually late for me, I go to bed at 9 pm, its much better for you yk"

"Oh really now?"

"Yeah, clearly why I'm so much healthier and better than you"

Oh no...

Leon clearly misunderstood the kind of dominance Mondo meant.

....

....

"(Y/n)? You still there?"

You left him on seen again and then shut off your phone

"Oi (y/n)!"

"Shit please dont ignore me."

"I'm sorry okay"

"(Y/nnnnn)"

Leon was panicking, spam texting you as you put your phone on silent and went to bed

Guess he achieved his goal of getting you to go to bed

But he pissed you off while doing so

Truthfully you didn't care, Leon was ditzy from time to time and didn't think before he spoke

You were used to it

But you took up the opportunity to make the man frantic

You weren't thick, you knew the baseball player was crushing on you

And you were crushing on him too, hard

So knowing that Leon was now worrying that he messed up his chances with you gave you a sick pleasure - you didn't care if it was just the tiniest bit toxic

The next morning you woke up well rested

Your phone now plastered with message notifications from a certain ginger

You open them and send one quick message

"Oops I fell asleep sorry... Guess you are better than me for that haha ❤️"

Leon stopped in his tracks when he read that message, toothpaste falling out of his mouth as he froze

The sportsman quickly finished brushing his teeth and screenshot the message

Sending it to Mondo, frantically messaging him

"WHAT DOES THE HEART MEAN OMFG WHAT???"

"AHHHHH"

"HFHFJFHSJDNDN"

"Dude chill.... he defo fucks with u" mondo replies half asleep

Leon short-circuits, mindlessly changing as thoughts of a relationship with you fly through his head

He was like a schoolgirl, but he had reason to, in his eyes you were the finest of men

"Good morning~" you say with a smile as you sit down next to the muscular man

"Hey, beautiful~" he mumbles flirtily

"Oh? That's a new one?"

"Yeahhh figured I should up my game if I wanna get with you by the end of the year"

Holy shit you were shocked just how much that one heart emoji riled the ginger up

"Hold your horses, BallBoy... who said I was getting with you?" You tease him

"Oh just you wait, (n/n)..."

Short but eh whatevs!!

This has happened to me before - I doubt he meant it as anything but I just remember the situation while writing this and wtaf...

Anyway hope u enjoyed!

#male reader #gay #x male reader #fanfic #fluff #cute gay #anime #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa x male reader #leon kuwata #leon kuwata x male reader #leon kuwata x reader

[cadmusfly]

oops more pokemon au

-

Two young men walk down the riverbank. Some would say that they are full of vim and vigor, but I would say that they are full of zeal and the flashing momentum of light and delight that right now is youthful defiance but later will be the steel determination of blade and shot.

The taller one is animated, black curly locks bouncing as he extols whatever virtue or lack of it he wishes today. The other has fastidiously styled his hair even on such a casual day, powdered locks framing a contemplative expression.

Beside them gambol new companions; two brown furred foxes peeking out over the voluminous tan fluff that serves as natural collars. They are a popular Pokémon as of late, symbolic of the potential and change of what is brewing in the air.

(And this was a time when there were only believed to be three paths for an Eevee to take; that of graceful water, zealous lightning or dancing flame.)

"I believe," says young Joachim Murat - and this is a scant few years before he decides to sign his name as a much more admired 'Marat', before that lands him in hotter water - "that my Eevee shall be elegant and beautiful as a Vaporeon- I will not pressure him to evolve before he is ready, of course! But if I do happen to find a Water Stone, then I will not profess to believe in fate- but would that not be quite lovely?"

Jean-Baptiste Bessières answers with a soft laugh, "You and I both, my friend. And all of France- I daresay Vaporeon is the most beloved, after Eevee itself."

"But we cannot both bear Vaporeons!" cries Murat. "If you were to stake your claim, I will begrudgingly let you do so, for that is the depths of my friendship towards you."

"Your desire- it is simply to catch the eyes of the ladies of France, no?"

"I cannot deny that a woman's delight at seeing the acrobatics of a Vaporeon is a charming sight," Murat says, "and one that I would not mind seeing again- and again and again! Ah, but they do also appreciate the fluff and the warmth of a Flareon- perhaps a Flareon would match the flames of my Ponyta, do you think?"

"But you do not consider Jolteon?" Bessières asks.

"It has its charms. White and yellow, a dazzling choice!"

"And fierce," Bessières says. "And bold. I have decided: You may have water, Joachim, and I will take lightning."

Murat stops in his tracks. He raises an eyebrow. "Are you suggesting that you wish to be the better of me, my dear friend?" His tone is teasing but not so light, probing at something unspoken but not unacknowledged.

Quietly but no less firmly, Bessières replies, "I do not know if there is a soul who could best you."

The two Eevees are not paying attention to this conversation, not at all, and so with the timing of a dramatic comedian-

plop!

One falls in the water.

"Ee-v-oi, ee-v-oi!" the other cries out, before jumping in as well.

They cannot swim! They are not imbued with the elemental energy of water that is collected in the miraculous Water Stone yet. Perhaps they could be taught to swim, but not yet, not yet.

And so the two men dash over to save their wayward pups, much to Bessieres' consternation as the powder in his hair soaks with water and powdered "snow" collects on his shoulders.

"Perhaps if there was an Ice Stone, that would suit you quite well!" Murat says with a laugh, later, as the two men sit on the edge of the river and dry off, Murat's Eevee shivering close to him, Bessières' shaking itself off quite nonchalantly.

"So you may retain your claim over water? That would suit me fine; unless it is discovered a path for Eevee that is more elegant and beautiful than Vaporeon, then I shall pursue that- if only to best you, Joachim."

"I look forward to the attempt!" Murat says.

And he truly does.

-

michel ney and a balloon

my thoughts on assigning pokemon teams to some of napoleon’s marshals

i don't actually know if bessieres would have powdered his hair at that point or much of the historical context here, this is vaguely set at some point In Cahors when these two were young men, the only accuracy i provide here is in respect to pokemon

#bessimu #cadmus writes #napoleonic rpf #cad rambles about dead frenchmen on main #napoleonic pokemon au

[hummingbird-of-light]

How I met my Vampire (Part 4)

"Scotty? Scotty, are you even listening to me? Scotty!"

Startled, the Scotsman winced as McCoy's voice reached his ears.

"Hmm? What is it?"

He hadn't been listening, had been back in the church in his mind. He was thinking of Khan.

How was he going to convince the vampire that he had to leave? He'd talked big the night before, but he didn't really have a plan for how to scare Khan away. He didn't want to hurt him, after all.

"I asked if you'd been to the doctor yet?" McCoy repeated his question, and Scott shook his head.

"No, I told ye that wasn't necessary."

His co-trainee raised an eyebrow doubtfully.

"You look terrible, though. Have you looked at the bags under your eyes?"

Scotty sighed.

"I was just up late last night."

That was the truth. He had been thinking about the vampire the whole time. Whenever he had closed his eyes, there had been Khan's face.

His beautiful eyes, the handsome skin, the smile.

Scotty's heart sank into his stomach as he thought about it again. What was wrong with him?

"And bright red you are, too! You must have a fever. An infection from that beast of a bat."

At those words, a spark of anger ignited in Scotty's chest.

"Oi! It's not a beast! Just... a wee helpless animal."

Now Jim joined in as well.

"What, you've always said yourself that bats are annoying beasts."

Scotty immediately turned even redder.

"Well, I... I've been thinking about it some more. It's wrong to insult these animals. After all, God wants us to value all His living creatures, doesn't He?"

That was a plausible explanation, after all. And it was true. At least... for the most part. Maybe the fact that it was that bat had something to do with his reaction too. But... that played only a minor role.

"Well, if you say so," Jim replied with a shrug, but McCoy wasn't satisfied.

"God certainly didn't intend for these beings to approach us, though. We are, after all, His greatest creation."

"What are the bats supposed to do if we take away their habitat?!"

Before Scott could even think about it, the words were spoken.

Oh no... how was he going to explain this? He shouldn't know about the bat's reasons, after all.

"That bat just showed up on our church property. We didn't take anything from it," McCoy protested irritably.

"Well... someone has taken its home. And... maybe it's better if we give it sanctuary until it finds a new home."

"Well, if you want to clean up the mess it leaves behind every time, have fun," Jim agreed.

Scotty rolled his eyes. When had his friends become so annoying?

~

The church clock bell struck exactly 10 o'clock as Scott entered the building that night.

He simply had to talk to Khan again. If the church congregation was already so hostile to a bat, what would it be like with a vampire?

"H-hello?"

Why was his voice shaking? He was usually brave, showing no fear.

"Khan?"

Scotty, who had come through the back entrance, slipped into the sanctuary and looked around searchingly.

The vampire was nowhere to be discovered. The offerings were untouched.

"A-are ye there?"

Scotty was about to step up the pulpit when he heard a flutter behind him.

"Boo!"

Scotty couldn't help a yelp as the vampire startled him.

"Oi!"

Khan just laughed.

"Tidbit, what a pleasant surprise. How's it going?"

Scotty was about to answer something when his eyes fell on the blood at the corner of Khan's mouth.

His eyes widened.

"Y-ye have..."

The vampire seemed to notice it too and wiped his hand along his mouth.

"Oops, I guess I was a little too wild with the drinking."

Khan licked the blood off his thumb and Scotty felt his legs begin to shake.

Khan... had drunk someone's blood. The blood of a human being!

#star trek #au #montgomery scott #khan #leonard mccoy #james t kirk #vamp/preist au #how i met my vampire

[guyawks]

Karen’s Diner

Karen’s Diner: Where our burgers are mean and our staff are meaner!

“Are you fuckin morons gonna stand there gawking at our sign all day?!”

The young couple, having just wandered into the near-empty diner from the highway outside, flinch at my rude outburst—before descending into giggles.

“See, Sarah, I told you we should eat here!” says the man excitedly to his partner. “This waiter is hilarious!”

“Oi, dickhead!” I bark, thrusting menus into his chest. “Go sit in that booth and shut the fuck up.”

Exchanging amused looks, the pair take a seat at said booth while other waiters flip them off from across the diner. I take the opportunity to eavesdrop by aggressively wiping the table beside them.

“So, the whole gimmick is that the staff are nasty to us?” asks the woman sceptically. “How dumb, Chris. And what’s a ‘Karen’?”

“You know—abrasive, selfish, entitled assholes. Karens. Anyway, novelty aside, the menu looks great! All our favourite meals are on it.”

“Gonna order something, dipshits?” interrupts a scowling waitress with a notepad.

Thirty minutes later, we bring their food out. Setting the plates on their table, I elbow a soda glass straight into the woman’s lap. She yelps as freezing ice drenches her clothes.

“Oops, clumsy me” I sneer, eating a fry off her club sandwich.

“Hey! What the hell?!” the man shouts, flabbergasted.

“So soweee” mocks the waitress, spitting in his spaghetti.

“Okay, this is going too far...” the woman murmurs. But it’s far too late for them to stop it.

At once, the waitstaff begin pelting the couple with glassware. Terrified, the pair’s complaints become shrieks as sharp projectiles lacerate their skin.

“Help! I want the manager!” screams the bleeding man, attempting to leave the booth. In response, I slam his head into his plate, splitting open his cheek.

Joining in the carnage, my fellow waitress uses a steak knife to slash chunks of hair from the screaming woman’s scalp.

“You can’t treat us like this!” they sob defeatedly. “We’re patrons!”

Us “waiters” just turn to each other and laugh.

That’s where they’re wrong. They’re no customers.

They’re death row inmates.

Back in the dark days, every prisoner was entitled to a last meal of their choosing—no matter how undeserving. Meanwhile, the cost of executing killers kept going up. Eventually, government officials had an idea.

Why not kill two birds with one stone?

Grab death row inmates, wipe their memories, drop them at a diner across from the prison, serve them their last meals, have the victims’ family members perform as malicious servers and…execute monsters.

And so Karen’s Diner was born—named after the last child to be savaged by criminals before society stepped up its justice system.

“This is for my daughter” I seethe, inching towards the maimed, memory-wiped convicts in the booth. ”The girl you killed.”

“This is for Karen.”

#karen's diner #short scary stories #short scary story #horror #short story #fiction #jeremy c. north #guyawks #writer #author #story #writing #narrative #flash fiction #microfiction #twist #twist ending #reddit #karen #karens #rude #entitled #diner #food #meal #death row #vigilante justice #black mirror

[kym2020]

Depths＊The Beast Laying Hidden Beneath

Prologue

Koga: Oi, wait a minute. Take that word back now.

〈Late October, ES building's lobby〉

Koga: 「Hey Keiji-san¹, I heard there's another murder case appeared at the building in front of the station yesterday! What can't I ask, one of the victims is my friend! Huh? The victim has a scratch on their neck?」

「It's true! Only the witness like me in scene knows that characteristics. You say, it's the work of the same culprint. Ha ha, that's right. So you call the criminal a "Beast".」

「Sure, look at that Beast. "Natsuhara Keina" is the first victim. We're in the same club named "Sagurayama Social Club". The second victims body was also found at Sagurayama-san's property. You say he's a hungry beast who only goes after rich people.」

「What's wrong Keiji-san? You have a request..... You want to hide your identity as a police officer and join "Sagurayama Social Club".....? You want it to be an undercover investigation? I guess so, we can also call it self protection.」

「But, I'm just an unsold artist with zero social credit, you know? Just because he’s a patron of mine, doesn't mean he easily trust other members. So you want to collaborate with me? You suspect me as the most influential person of Beast.」

「Hmm? I have an alibi today, no one would doubt it. Well, I'll talk to you later. I gotta go back to my atelier. They got killed. Seems like I'm must be crazy joining hands in this work.」

Rei: Cut!!! Good acting, Koga.

Koga: Hey, whatcha sayin' "cut". Yer imitating the Director's mouth~ Geez....well, fine, but this isn't the job we wanna work.

Kaoru: That's right. I never thought "UNDEAD" would be assigned in a special program, such a golden opportunity. Moreover, the genre is a romance drama. It's the perfect project for me.

Koga: Oi oi, Hakaze-senpai. Is yer head filled with flower only? Its written in the proposal. The genre is of this drama is "Suspense × Love". Of course, the suspense is the main genre and love was the sub.

Adonis: However, reading the title "Love and Beast", both genre seems important.

Rei: Either way, it's a great opportunity to show off how "UNDEAD" is. We are a "unit" that claims to be "wild and immoral". As long as fans were to expect something, it's great to show them a good-looking side of ours.

Kaoru: Right, right. On the contrary "Valkyrie" and "fine" are appearing on variety shows to be more familiar with their fans, even we have to sell our coolness~? ....oops. Seems like the next sence is ready while we're talking. The next scene will be me and Adonis. Let's go, Adonis-kun.

Adonis: Ah, I'm not used to acting, but I'll do my best.

Koga: Right, good luck host and diplomat.

Rei: Ku ku ku. Everyone is thriving in this fresh drama job. Although, I didn't know the young lady would request us to be in this shooting of a romantic drama.

Koga: Gaah! What's this proposal! We're going to appear in one of variety show and it's a drama show. When it was sent via "Hall Hands²" I thought it would pop out. Oi, vampire bastard, u listenin'? Why does it have to be "UNDEAD"? This is a child's play!

Rei: That being said, rather than we are good friends, aren't we a "unit"? The wild and immoral "unit" side we shown in live so far.....

Koga: That's why I also need to appear in the variety show...!

Rei: This is troublesome. Why are you rejecting the show Koga... and you too Adonis-kun, just go inside don't find me.

Kaoru: Eh~. I don't want to budge in your talk... But why don't we keep this bad mood in the distance. Let's keep calm and talk, alright.

Adonis: As what Hakaze-senpai said, calm down Ogami. You can't say your words out unless you calm yourself down.

Koga: A~h? Fine, now I'm calm! 'Til now "UNDEAD" never participate in a variety show, I'm just surprised by it. But this variety show seems good. If you appear on a variety show, you'll earn an image.

Rei: However, I can't afford all my lifetime to be spent. We are idols. No matter how great our live performance is, if we can't do a range work, we'll be eaten by others "units", right?

Koga: But why do I have to participate in that kind of show....! Acting is a job that is not befitting to us. Why do we need it?

Adonis: Is it a drama.....?

Koga: Ah, it wouldn't be bad if we wouldn't show our coolness in acting.

Adonis: Really. Then you did something wrong?

Koga: ?

Adonis: Today I pass by Anzu at Yumenosaki Gakuin and she asked me if I'm interested in a drama with a theme of "suspense and love". But we know Ogami hates work not related to music so I replied we might decline.

Koga: Oi, wait a minute. Take that word back now. It's much better than a variety show, we know how to act! If we appear in a drama under "UNDEAD" and show off our music too, it would be killing two birds with one stone♪.

Kaoru: Eh ...? I don't think there was anything about tie-ups, right?

Rei: Let's talk to the young lady at a meeting place. It’s also rare for Koga to be interested in a work other than live performances.

Koga: Hahaha, I will come.

Adonis: Alright then I'll contact Anzu.

Koga: Alright, Adonis! I'm going to study the latest drama!

Adonis: (whisper) Ogami seems to be motivated.

Rei: (whisper) ...Kukuku. It's as planned by us.  I'm glad we played a variety show in "Hall Hands"♪

Kaoru: (whisper) Ahaha. Only Koga-kun doesn't know about it...  Rei-kun is also a sly one, isn't he?

Koga: Well, that's how we got an offer for "Love and Beast". Oddly, the script doesn't have an ending yet.

↑ 1. Keiji-san = Detective-san, I just used that one...

#ensemble stars #⋆⁺₊⋆ʟᴜɴᴀ ᴛʟꜱ #Beast #koga oogami #rei sakuma #kaoru hakaze #adonis otogari

[strawberryteaprincess]

The Class Group Chat

17 23, Tuesday

"Caline Bustier" created this group.

Caline Bustier: Good afternoon class. After some fatal incidents with akumas, the school has decided that a group chat is needed for each class, so evacuation is easier and we can be alerted quicker of a student is trapped, ensuring the safety of all students and making Ladybug and Cat Noir's job less stressful.

"Doggo" has joined.

Doggo: Oi mates!

"Sk8r Girl" has joined.

Sk8r Girl: lol

Caline Bustier: Kim and Alix, please use your real names.

Doggo: Awwww

"Sk8r Girl" has changed their name to "Alix".

"Doggo" has changed their name to "Kim".

"Alya", "Rose", "Max" and "Nathaniel" have joined.

Alya: hey y'all!

Rose: hiiii 😊

Max: Good evening everyone.

Nathaniel: Hello

Caline Bustier: Good evening Max, Rose, Alya and Nathaniel.

Rose: is Juleka here

Max: Negative

Rose: really?😦 she said she was in

Alya: maybe its her wifi

"Juleka" has joined.

Rose: juleka!

Juleka: Hi.

"DJBoi" has joined.

DJBoi: Oops

"DJBoi" has changed their name to "Nino".

Nino: hi everyone!

Rose: hi! 😁

Max: Good evening.

Juleka: Hi.

Alya: hey babe ;)

Nino: Hey babe 😚

Caline Bustier: Nino and Alya, please keep all affectionate texts in private messages.

Alya: sorry ms bustier

Nino: oops

"Sabrina", "Queen Bee", "Mylene" and "Ivan" have joined.

Sabrina: Hi!

Alya: hey Sabrina

Nino: 'sup

Mylene: Hello

Queen Bee: Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!

Alya: ???

Alix: the heck Chloe? 😑

Caline Bustier: Alix, please do not use vulgar language in this chat.

Alix: Sorry mademoiselle

Nino: where's Ivan?

Mylene: he's offline. probably napping

Alya: where's ma girl Marinette

Nathaniel: she never joined

Caline Bustier: May someone please remind Adrien, Marinette and Lila to join the group chat?

Alya: ill get marinette

Alya: marinette isn't home and she isn't answering her phone.

Nino: I'll try and reach Adrien

Nino: DUUUUUUUUDE!!!

Caline Bustier: Nino, please do not display such behaviour.

Alix: this isn's private chat you dummy

Caline Bustier: Alix, I said not to use vulgar language.

Alix: 😶 sorry miss

"Adrien" and "Marinette" have joined.

Adrien: Hi, sorry for coming late.

Caline Bustier: It's alright, Adrien.

Alya: Gurlll, where r u?

Rose: where's marinette?

Adrien: she's here

Alya: we know that but where is she?

Adrien: and I said here.

Nino: where's here???

Adrien: in the locker room

Alix: wth are you two still doing at school? its 5 o'clock?

Caline Bustier: Alix.

Alix: sorryyyyyyyyy

Alya: ooooh, you two doin dirty stuff? ;)

Adrien: what's that?

Rose: don't poison the child Alya 😡

Alya: oops, sorry

Caline Bustier: Adrien, what are you doing in school his late and why is Marinette not responding?

Adrien: Marinette's trying to connect to my hotspot

Marinette: hi, what'd i miss?

Alya: why are you in school so late?

Marinette: what?

Alix: don't try to lie. Adrien told us

Marinette: *privately to Adrien* you told them where we were???

Adrien: *privately to Marinette* yes, why not? we jumped in here after the akuma attack

Marinette: *privately to Adrien* you're jeorpadizing our identities!

Adrien: *privately to Marinette* plz ur overreacting. im sure there are other things people would think we were doing

Marinette: *privately to Adrien* like what???

Adrien: *privately to Marinette* like eating pasta or doing silly dances or just chillin in a locker room

Marinette: *privately to Adrien* think of a good excuse or no kisses for a month

Adrien: *privately to Marinette* :( umm, we wanted to study and feel the aura and illusion we were in school for upmost concentration?

Marinette: ...youre a moron

Alya: excuse me???

Marinette: shoot, that wasnt for you

Caline Bustier: Marinette, please do not use such vulgar language in this chat.

Marinette: sorry miss bustier

Nathaniel: wait, so u two are in the same room but talking thru private chat???

Marinette: ...

Rose: okay, now what were you two doing? 🤨

Nino: yh dudes, what?

Caline Bustier: Yes, I would also like to know. School is closed and both of you should not still be in the locker room.

Marinette: uh, we...

Marinette: *privately to Adrien* THINK OF AN EXCUSE QUICK!

Adrien: how about... we were making out in a locker?

Marinette: PRIVATE CHAT YOU DUMMY!

Adrien: shoot

Alya: 😱😱😱

Nino: WHAT?!

Rose: 😨

Nathaniel: wait, what-

Queen Bee: WHAT??!!!

Mylene: 😯

Kim: 😱😂

Marinette: NOOOOO THATS NOT WHAT WE WERE DOING!!!!

Alix: LOLLL U EXPOSED MAR 🤣🤣🤣

Marinette: I FREAKING HATE U RIGHT NOW AGRESTE 😡😡

Adrien: :'(

Caline Bustier: Marinette, Adrien, please watch your language in this chat.

Queen Bee: RIDICULOUS, UTTERLY RIDICULOUS!

Alya: YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE DATING!!!

Alya: BESTIE YOU BETRAYETH ME!!! 😡😡😡

Alix: ROTFL

Nino: DUDE TMI

Caline Bustier: Please stop misusing this chat.

Alya: gurl where r u?!

Nino: dude, i think shes dead

Alix: she def killed Adrien lolll

Mylene: i cant believe they were dating!

Kim: Marinette is definitely not showing up to school tomorrow

Max: I apologize everyone. My internet logged me out of our chat due to some problems. What's all this about Adrien and Marinette dying?

Kim: read the chat

Max: Oh wow. I did not predict this.

"Lila" has joined.

Lila: Hey guys, what'd I miss?

...

im now posting on mondays and saturdays, just in case anyone would like to know

#miraculous lb #miraculous #mlb #group chat woes #caline bustier #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #max kante #alix mlb #kim mlb #lila rossi #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #post reveal #mylene mlb #juleka mlb #rose mlb #nathaniel mlb #group chat #chloe bourgeois

[heyitsyn]

There Once Was A Man With No Arms-

Goshiki x Manager!Tendou!FirstYear!Sister!Reader

a/n: that was a mouthful

anon request: ahhh i loved your headcanons of iwaizumi dating oikawa's sister!!! this time, can i request goshiki x tendou's first year sis na manager din ng team nila? salamatttt hehe ingat ka lagiii💞

this cute little bowl cut babie

so you are the little baby sister of our favorite red hair cutie and he was the one who offered you the manager position

ofc you accepted bc hello, you get to hang out w your brother and tease semi-semi-senpai everyday

pls let semi live

everyone likes you though bc you are their manager and you do a lot of things for them even though you dont need to

like sometimes, you stop by the store and pick up all kinds of snacks and if its really hot, popsicles and ice cream

ushijima farmer-san is known to be quite stoic and serious but he’s pretty chill around you and even ruffles your hair whenever you make a stupid joke

as a tendou, you are basically like a ctrl+v  with your brother 

the same cute teasing and bubbly personality but the quick change to serious and demeaning

the team gets stressed, especially mom, bc he has to take care of not one red-head freak but two

but he liked you more though bc you were a first year and you were this short little pumpkin and you were so nice and just all around A D O R A B L E

but you just didnt rub goshiki the right way

maybe bc he thought you were just doing this as an act and no person could really be this bubbly and cheerful

or hes just jealous his senpais attention is directed to you

he will DIE FOR HIS SENPAIS

whenever he gets a good spike, you cheer him on and say things like, ‘nice spike, tsu-chan!’ and he swears youre just doing this bc you want to kill him with a heart attack and he doesnt like feeling like this but you like torturing him

boi what is with this logic

even though he lives for praises, your praises and compliments just hits different than his senpais

before he even realized it, he started all out glaring at you and tendou, being the overprotective brother he was, pointed him out on it

‘oi, little kouhai, you got a problem with our y/n?’

at the mention of your name you turned around from talking to the coach and everyone turned to goshiki, expecting him to answer

unfortunately you didnt hear what your brother said so you were just confused

‘hm? i read the room and i am not comfortable with the energy in the gym today’

someone snorted while goshiki turned red at the attention being on him with the topic of you so he just walks away back to the court

‘oh? what was that all about?’ 

semi shushes tendou and gives you a smile

‘y/n, can you help tossing the ball for us?’

you nodded and quickly ran to the chair and waddled over to put it by the net before standing on it

everyone turned red, including goshiki and even shirabu, and busted their uwus

‘okay! let’s go!’

youve always noticed tsutomu and his determination to beat ushijima which youve appreciated bc he was so hard-working and he was talented enough

‘good one, tsu-chan!’

‘t-thanks, y/n-san’

even when no one noticed it, you were always there to give him compliments and he always grows flustered and hes just a big idiot babie and doesnt realize that your praises makes his heart beat faster bc he thinks youre freaking pretty and someone pretty complimenting him in his spikes boosts his ego

but eventually, it grew on him

instead of looking around for any senpai to praise him, he now turned to you and you would give him that adorable smile and he would bite his lip to stop himself from running over and hugging the life out of you

then he remembers who your brother is, well more like how protective the boys were

‘waka-senpai, nii-chan got sick so he wants you to stop by his dorm later today!’

‘okay’

since you were their teammate’s sister, theyve known you for a while and watched you grow from being this little middle school girl to a first year high schooler 

you were practically their sister

goshiki went to a different middle school so he never really realized how the guys treated you so differently but he knew it would be difficult to win them over for your hand

oops wait what

this thought struck him just as he was drinking water and he ended up choking on water causing you to run over from talking to semi so you could pat his back

‘omg, tsu-chan, you need to be careful!’

this was only the beginning of weeks of being weird

like he was so distracted and different that shirabu actually yelled at him and refused to give him any tosses

‘you talk big about being the ace but the slightest distraction could cost you a match. are you really being serious about being the ace or is it all just talk?’

he got all sad and mopey and he had to sit on the bench 

goshiki never got benched

he was too good to be benched!

but he was and he did not like it

you went over to him and sat next to him

‘tsu-chan, can you follow me?’

he looked up from the floor and he shrugged before following you out of the door

the others watched their first years exit the gym and they contemplated following

but tendou, surprise!, actually stopped them

‘my sister can sort him out herself. trust me’

goshiki didnt exactly know where you were taking him to until you stopped by by the baseball field where there was mud

‘y/n-san, why-’

‘you always say my name formally, why is that? im a first year too, tsu-chan’

he looked down

‘um, i-i don’t know-’

‘y/n-chan, tsu-chan. try it out’

‘y-y/n-chan’

you squealed at how cute he looked w red ears and a red face but you refrained from hugging him

then you remembered why you brought him out

‘oh right! come here, tsu-chan!’

you took a branch from a nearby tree and encouraged him to crouch down with you as you began to draw on the mud

‘there was once a man with no arms-’

you started happily singing and this was when goshiki really realized the resemblance between you and your brother

you both were happy and cheerful bc you wanted to radiate the energy to the others to be happy too

and it worked

tendou’s funny songs and jokes always made the others laugh and you did too

goshiki was happy that he was able to absorb that energy and he soon completely forgot about shirabu’s comments

once you were done, you have drawn a dog on the mud and the boy was so amazed at the sudden creation

he looked up at you with wide eyes and you laughed with a wide grin at his expression

‘hehe, its cool, right? nii-chan showed me something like that before when i got sad and it made me happy again. i thought it would work on you too’

he might have questionable feelings around you bc when you mentioned being sad, he felt weird

like he was relieved he wasnt there to see you sad bc he couldnt take it seeing your usual grin into a frown and your bright shining eyes filled with tears

‘y/n-chan, when you get sad, call me, okay? so i can go to you and make you smile like you did with me’

your eyes widened in surprise but you nodded, your grin even wider

‘im counting on you, tsu-chan!’

and he did

when he received a call late at night from you, he easily snuck out from his dorm and ran to the baseball field where he saw your crouching figure aimlessly dragging the stick in circles

‘y/n-chan!’

he huffed and panted after running so fast and you looked up before running to hug him

‘im here now. youre okay’

you didnt release out your problems on him bc you didnt want to burden him

but he understood and just hugged you until you felt better enough to return to your crouching

goshiki hurriedly grabbed the stick and began to do the same thing you did for him before

‘then he jumped onto the lake and got stung by bees?’

he stopped and frowned, realizing he wasnt right

but the frown lifted when he heard your giggle

‘tsu-chan, he got stung by bees first and then he jumped on the lake!’

the corners of his mouth lifted and he chuckled

‘heh, i guess he did. but this is my version so listen closely, okay y/n-chan?’

this might be the reason you got close w the first year

the others noticed it too since you seem to pamper him and take more time taking care of him than them

like you even started wiping his sweat for him while he just giggles when you pull on the long strands of his hair

‘tsu-chan, i want to cut it!’

‘no, y/n-chan!’

‘but-!’

he grabbed your hands and your arms around his torso so he could do the same to you and gently tugged on the ends of your long hair

‘you too then, y/n-chan. your hair is long too’

you pouted then gently punched his chest

‘mean, tsu-chan’

‘heh?! mean?! how?!’

tendou is like the best big brother ever and hes just like ‘yuhhhh get it tsutomu!!!!’

eventually, goshiki began playing even better

his complete spike percentage has increased and his jumping has gotten higher

but the team predicts that this was all because he’s trying to show off to you and your praising and compliments have motivated him to play better

forget being ace, he just wants you to praise him

‘y/n-chan! y/n-chan! did you see that?’

‘wahh!!!! so cool, tsu-chan!!”

bus trips to matches are so cute but yall lowkey annoy the players a bit

yall sit next to each other and are just leaning together as you giggle over stupid cat videos

like we get, goshiki is getting some quicker than us

i feel like before moving on to relationships, goshiki and you would be best friends first and then move on to the dating stuff

tbh, theres no difference bc yall have always been like that but theres just an offical label now

‘hey, tsu-chan, wanna date?’

‘u-um,, sure?’

yall would hang out in either his dorm or yours and yall would be alone bc the team actually trusts you but you dont know that they pass by the door ever 5 minutes and listen in to just to make sure yall are not doing anything bad

smh they so nosy but we luv them

you know of his insecurities about not being enough and his fears of not being the ace and his dreams of playing to the big leagues and his passion to continue playing on the court for as long as he can and how excited he is to be able to spend all those years with you

he knows of your insecurities about the way you look and being associated with your apparent freak of a brother but you didnt care about that and even fought someone when they said something and your deep protectiveness for the boys, especially your brother but it’s all because the boys were the ones to accept you with open arms and treat you like family

yall shared a lot of secrets amongst yourselves and tbh, your communication is just *chefs kiss*

so serious fights dont happen, like ever, just stupid little arguments that are usually resolved like an hour later

since youre also a manager, its also your job to make sure the boys are maintaining their good grades and you know that shira-senpai has given up on tutoring tsutomu

i mean,,, goshiki is smart but he gets distracted easily and ends up spacing out during lessons

yknow?

thats when the little arguments bc youd be trying to teach him the damn phythagorean theorem and hed be distracted at how come your hair was styled like that today

‘goshiki tsutomu, i will leave your ass to fail right now if you dont stop touching my hair’

‘but babyyyyyy’

‘no, ‘dont baby’ me, you idiot! you’ll be crying like a baby when you fail and you’re bench during the next game!’

oof also!

hes a protective little babie and he gets jealous easily so whenever yall have games, he literally hangs all over you 

like he makes a show of putting his jacket over you and kissing your forehead so that the other teams know to stop looking over at your direction and whispering about you

ofc this gets on your nerves but you cant help but think how cute he looks when he gets jealous

he gets all pouty and touchy and youre just like, take my uwus you big babie

even tendou is like, ‘im her brother yet hes more protective than me’

he demands to be hugged 24/7 but thats not appropriate if youre in public so he ltr drags you outside and away from people just so he could hug you

he likes hugging you bc youre shorter than him and it makes him feel all special and soft since you like to burrow your face into his chest and your sweater paws are just like ugggggghhhhhhhhh

whenever he gets nervous, you kiss his fingers and his knuckles bc it soothes him and youre just his good luck charm and he feels like he can take over the world w a single kiss from you

‘baby, didja see that?! i was so cool, right?!’

‘so proud of you, tsu-chan! youre so cool!’

‘i love y/n like a sister but if she inflates his ego more, i will have to tape her mouth’

can you guess who said that?

overall a relationship i strive for and i really want a goshiki now thanks byeeeeeee

a/n: ngl goshiki’s hair lowkey triggered me when i first saw him bc why the heck does it look like that?! but now i actually like it on him and i cant imagine any other hairstyle fitting him

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[writing-freak]

BNHA Soulmate AU Week Day 1: The Ticking Clock

(GIF credit to its owner!! :) )

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Word Count: 2,726 (haha oops)

A/N: Here we are, kicking off the first day of my BNHA Soulmate AU Week!! Today’s fic is a timer fic, where a timer on your wrist counts down the time until you meet your soulmate! Poor reader has a clock that has been on zero since before they can remember, meaning they may never know who their soulmate is. I had a crap ton of fun writing this (a lot more than I probably should have haha), and I hope you guys like it! Remember, I’m taking soulmate au headcannon and imagine requests for BNHA characters in addition to the 6 other fics I have planned this week! So stay tuned, tomorrow we have a red string au with Tamaki coming! If you want to be added to this week’s taglist, or have a request, let me know! Thanks for reading! :))

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In a world filled with hope, you had learned to give up on love a long time ago.

While the rest of the world sat on the edge of their seat, waiting for the timer to hit zero, ready for the rest of their lives to begin with the one they were meant to love, you tried your best to ignore the clock on your wrist.

For while Mina had confided in you that hers was down to under a year, and Momo complained that hers was still just under a decade, you could never relate to the anticipation of the clock running out, of the first meeting of your one true love. Cause yours, for as long as you could remember, had always been zero.

As you got ready to hang out with your friends, changing from your school clothes to something casual, you tied a little scarf around your right wrist.

Most people covered their timers, no matter how exciting they found them. At school, the long cuffs of your uniforms covered up the ticking clock, but on your own time, you could get creative. You knew others who wore sweatbands or bandanas, hair ties or bracelets. But tonight, the small scarf covered your greatest disappointment pretty well.

By the time you were old enough to understand the concept of soulmates, you asked your parents who yours was, if you had already met them. Since you couldn’t remember, they should have then, and for many years of your life, you found yourself blaming them for denying you this part of your life.

But they had been just as upset as you. They had tried so hard, they told you. Tried to keep an eye out for you when the timer was getting close to running out. According to their story, they had taken you to the park, and about three minutes were left when you ran off, slipping out of their grasp.

When ten minutes passed, they were so freaked they nearly called the police. But you came running back to them, arms open wide, and no matter how much they pestered you, they couldn’t figure out where you had gone, or who you had happened to meet.

For a few years, you tried your hardest to remember that day in the park, but you didn’t even remember a park, much less a person you met there. You had been two, three maybe, and you simply couldn’t form the memories.

And you had theories, ones that involved a hopeful future, a future where you actually found the person you were meant to be with. Your two best friends, Midoriya and Bakugou, you had met before you could remember, and when you were younger, before you lost all hope, you liked to fantasize about finding out it had been one of them all along.

But you knew better than that, and like everyone else, their marks were always hidden when you saw them. Soulmates were never something you guys talked about, and by the time you were off to middle school, you learned to give up on that fantasy.

Your soulmate was out there somewhere, but you’d never know who they were.

Fixing your hair quickly, you rushed out the door. You were meeting Bakugou in his room, and he hated it when you were late.

As you waltzed into his dormitory, opening the door without knocking, you could tell by the look on his face that you hadn’t made it in time.

“Haven’t I told you to never be late when you make plans with me?” Bakugou growled, his body nearly sparking with anger.

“Oops,” you said, not sounding apologetic at all, and hopped onto his bed. “Excited for movie night?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly. “You’re lucky you’re getting a movie night at all.”

“I’m going to take that as a yes.” You grinned. “Would it be okay if I could invite Izu?” you asked, putting on your best puppy dog face. You pouted your lip as he looked at you, scowling at your expression.

“I’m not watching a movie with that nerd,” Bakugou scoffed, making you pout harder.

“Please?”

“Tch.” You could tell he was wavering, but by the dangerous look on his face, you could tell he wasn’t very happy about it.

“Yay!” you exclaimed before he even said yes. “I think he’s going to bring Uraraka too!” You jumped on the boy, hugging him tightly.

He shoved you off of him roughly, and you fell back on the bed. “You already invited them!”

You giggled sheepishly. “But you still agreed to it, so everyone wins either way!”

Bakugou rubbed his forehead, clearly frustrated. “Fine, but I’m inviting Kirishima.”

“Yay! A party!”

“It’s not a party, dumbass,” he said, but he still reached out for your hands, helping you up from the bed.

“I’ll go pick out a movie!” You went over to a shelf in Bakugou’s room, where he kept a collection of some of his favorite DVDs.

As you looked through the movies, you kept stealing a glance in Bakugou’s direction. He was getting the TV ready, getting blankets and pillows out for the others that were coming to join you. You knew he didn’t like hugs very much, and you hoped you hadn’t upset him by hugging him earlier. But despite how often Bakugou reminded you verbally how your touches made him angry, he always had let you hug him, squeeze his arm, or rest your head on his shoulder.

You never really were an overly touchy person, and it wasn’t common to find people who weren’t soulmates hugging each other or being overly affectionate, so you never really knew why you had been with Bakugou. When you were around your other friends, you tried to hold back, though, worried they’d find your friendly affection to be inappropriate.

“Oi!” the boy you were thinking about suddenly shouted, breaking you out of your thoughts. “Don’t you have a job to do? Quit staring!”

Your cheeks heating up in embarrassment, you turned back to the DVDs, refusing to say anything.

Luckily, there was a knock at the door just then, and Bakugou left to go let the others in. Izuku, Uraraka, and Kirishima came into the room, each giving you a cheerful wave as they settled in. You quickly fished out one of the films on the shelf and leapt up to welcome them.

As you handed your pick to Bakugou, he gave the smallest of smiles in approval, causing your heart to leap in your chest.

“Hi Izu! Uraraka, Kirishima!” you greeted, smiling brightly. The others smiled in return, the smallest sending you the biggest grin and a little wave of his own. When you noticed his arm was bandaged, you poked it with curiosity. “Izuku, what did you do to your arm?”

Deku scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “I broke it again during training.”

You sighed, but had no words for your tiny friend. You knew nothing you could say would stop it from happening again at the next training session, and then again at the one after that. (Trust me, you had tried. Often).

After Bakugou chastised Deku for hurting himself (in his own, heartwarming violent way), everyone settled into their positions for movie watching. You found yourself squished between Bakugou and Kirishima on the bed, with your backs against the far wall, while Izuku and Uraraka shared a blanket on the floor, their backs resting on the side of Bakugou’s bed, just below your feet.

During the movie, Bakugou’s eyes were glued on the screen. You had made a good choice, and you could tell by the peaceful expression on his face (one that was all too rare) that your friend was enjoying himself.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t focus on the movie in front of you. You spent too much time thinking about the boy beside you. And when, about halfway through the movie, Kirishima’s bandana around his wrist shifted, and you could see the clock ticking down, you lost any hope of concentration.

Cause no matter how long you had spent knowing there was no hope, it hurt so bad to be reminded of it, especially when Bakugou’s shoulder was glued to yours, the warmth of his arm comforting, but a constant reminder of what you would never have.

No matter how much you knew you should move away, you couldn’t bring yourself to, and instead, leaned into his touch even more. He was so warm, and for once he was still, and…

~

You woke to someone poking your face. “Hey,” you mumbled, struggling to open your eyes to what was around you.

When you did, you realized you were still in Bakugou’s room, which was still empty, except for the blond boy, whose shoulder you were currently rested on.

“Sorry,” you said, laughing lightly as you lifted your head. “Did everyone leave already?” you asked, moving away from your friend and laying your head down on one of the pillows, stretching your legs out the length of the bed. You yawned, closing your eyes again, giving in to the struggle of trying to keep them open.

“What, did you hate the movie or something?” he grumbled. You could feel his eyes on you even with yours closed.

“I’m sorry Suki,” you said softly. “I’m just tired.” You yawned again, proving your point.

“If you’re tired, you need to go back to your dorm.” He shoved your arm, but not hard enough to send you tumbling over the edge of the bed. You were grateful; it wasn’t as if he hadn’t done that before.

“But I’m too tired,” you whined, snuggling even more into his pillow. When Bakugou let out a defeated sigh, you knew he wasn’t moving you anytime soon. He plopped himself down in the bed too, about a foot away from you, facing away from you at the wall his bed was up against.

“If you keep me awake…” he warned, and you laughed in response.

A few more moments, and you realized you were now wide awake, staring at the ceiling as you listened to the breathing of your friend beside you. You thought he might have fallen asleep, but then you heard a heavy sigh next to you.

“Suki?” you said softly, poking his back lightly as you turned to face him. But he didn’t turn around.

“I didn’t want to watch a movie tonight with all those extras,” he grumbled.

You giggled softly. “They’re not extras. They’re our friends.”

“I wanted to watch a movie tonight with you.”

Your smile faded, and you pulled your hand away from his back. He was still facing the wall, and you desperately wanted to see his face, to see what he was thinking right now. “Kat-”

“But you’re not my soulmate.”

And in that moment you knew what he felt about you, and he knew that you felt the same way. But there was nothing you could do about it, the frozen clock on your wrist and the ticking clock on his proof of that. His words were permanent, and you realized then that any fantasy you had ever dreamed of was simply that. A fantasy. He was not your soulmate.

“It’s not fair,” you choked, clutching the back of his shirt as you rested your forehead on his back. You knew you would never have anything like this, and the thought that one day, he would find his true soulmate and he’d leave you behind, alone to deal with the fact that you would never have one of your own, left you trembling against him. “It’s not fair.”

You laid like that until you fell asleep, you sobbing against his back and him using all of the power within him not to turn around and pull you into his arms.

~

When you woke up, you couldn’t move.

You wiggled a bit, but you were locked tightly in place by a pair of arms that were most certainly not your own. Your eyes opened wide as you realized who you were snuggled up against, your head on his chest, his arms wrapped around you, and your legs tangled together at the end of the bed.

“Katsuki?” you asked, lifting your head to look up at your friend’s face just above you. Your struggling had woken him up, and he was blinking his eyes as he noticed your position on the bed.

He groaned when he met your eyes, rolling over as he attempted to untangle himself from you. He was still tired, and you guessed that was why he was groaning instead of yelling, but you were happy about it all the same.

You laid your back down on the bed as he pulled his arm out from under you, trying to calm your racing heart. Your cheeks were on fire, and as you finally found the courage to sit up, you couldn’t look your friend in the eyes.

Instead, you looked down at his hands. But his right arm, which he had just pulled out from under you, was missing something you had never seen Bakugou without. His bracelet, his leather band he never went without.

It was a cruel trick, to show you your friend’s tattoo for the first time after you had spent the night cuddling and admitting your feelings. Except, as you read the tattoo, your heart stopped beating in your chest.

0 years, 0 days, 0 hours, 0 minutes, 0 seconds

“Katsuki!” you gasped, grabbing his wrist. “Your timer!”

But Bakugou yanked his hand from your grasp roughly. “You don’t need to remind me!” he yelled, making you realize that he wasn’t too tired to scream. He shoved you away as you reached out again, and sent you nearly off the bed.

“But-”

“What happened last night was nothing,” he said, already shutting down. “I’ll never know my soulmate, and you’ll go and find yours and none of this will matter. Just leave me alone, already! It hurts enough to think I’ll never get what everyone else has. I don’t need to be thinking about the fact that you belong to someone else!”

“Katsuki, look!” you finally yelled back, untying your scarf and shoving your wrist in his face. He froze as he saw the frozen timer on your wrist, identical to his.

“What?” he breathed, his own hand trembling as he looked again at his wrist.

“I was too young to remember my timer running out,” you told him. “I met my soulmate when I was a baby, I’d always thought it was someone I’d never know…” you trailed off, looking up at him, meeting his crimson eyes.

But Bakugou had no words, and he stared at you in shock as you realized that you had never had to look far for the person you were meant to spend your life with. You were looking right at him, and no fantasy could compare to the way your heart soared at the thought.

He was suddenly on you, latching his lips to yours frantically, his arms secured around your waist. Before you toppled backwards off the edge, he leaned back, pulling you with him by the hips, until you were on top of him, his back leaning against the bed.

You sighed into the kiss, tears of relief streaming down your face and onto Bakugou’s beneath you. Your hands were on his face, and threaded in his hair, and his were wrapping tighter around your back, pulling you as close as he could.

The kiss was everything, every hope you each had spent years locking away. And when you finally broke for air, you buried your face in his neck, hugging him as tight as you could manage. His arms squeeze you as he held you on top of him, and you let yourself sob freely into his neck.

“Why the hell are you crying?” he asked, peppering kisses on your hair, your ear, your shoulder.

You pulled up, looking down on him with a smile on your face. “I’m just so happy.” You have no idea, you almost said, but as Bakugou gave you a smile of his own, reaching up to give you one more peck, you knew he did, one hundred percent. “I’m just so happy it’s you.”

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[lazywonderlvnd]

this is a tiny soft birthday piece for @l0vegl0wsinthedark -- you deserve way more than u think u do my angel and i hope this lifts ur spirits just enough to enjoy ur day like u should (and while i’m finishing a whole ass fic for you) happy birthday ilysm ❤️❤️❤️

includes: lots of weed smoking, kissing boys, and a room full of gryffindors and slytherins getting along

The chair is definitely made for one person, but that hasn’t stopped Draco from making himself comfortable on Harry’s lap in an entitled manner reminiscent of Crookshanks. In fact Crookshanks, in Harry’s opinion, looks a bit annoyed at the stolen bit of real estate. He’s contented himself with Ron’s lap but he’s watching Draco with an almost human expression of contempt.

There’s a layer of smoke sitting stagnant at about head height, like a potent cloud, that Harry had noticed five minutes ago and can’t unsee now. Had they really smoked that much?

He looks around the room: at Seamus, who is speaking rapidly and with extravagant hand gestures to Blaise in an Irish accent so thick Harry can make out only one in five words; at Hermione, with one of the two circulating joints in hand, laughing with tears in her eyes at something Ginny’s just said; at Luna, holding the other and staring peacefully off into space, completely unaware of Pansy sneaking glances at her. Yes, perhaps they had smoked that much. Goyle looks utterly blazed too, his eyes bloodshot and slitted, fingers positively caked with cheese dust from a bag of crisps. 

Bringing his focus back round to Draco on his lap — who is, from his position, engaged in conversation with Dean — Harry gives a great yawn and shifts a bit, trying to relieve the slight tingling in his right leg. Draco readjusts himself without missing a beat, moving some of his weight around to Harry’s other thigh and continuing uninterrupted in his spiel about … well, Harry’s not sure, really. He thinks it’s something about some artist or another, Draco’s current obsession.

“Harry!” 

He turns, blinking, to see Hermione holding the joint towards him and shaking it. The ash falls off and lands on the carpet.

“Oh — oops,” she giggles. “Sorry. I said your name a million times. Here, take it, it’s yours.”

He leans over the arm of the chair to reach out as far as he can while being weighed down with Draco, stretching towards her on the sofa, and just manages to snag it with his fingertips. She pulls out her wand and cleans the ash, then turns back to Ginny.

Harry drops his head back and takes a hit, pulling the smoke into his lungs, holding it there, and then blowing it out towards the ceiling. He watches with fascination as it joins seamlessly with the larger cloud. He’s become completely neutralised to the smell of the weed but he keeps getting whiffs of Draco’s shampoo, a brand new one he keeps raving about that’s supposed to work all kinds of wonders on his scalp and hair follicles. All Harry really gives a shit about, though, is that Draco’s smelled like coconut lately, which he very much likes.

He lifts his head and takes another hit, but this time he brings his mouth close to Draco’s ear and blows the smoke into it, causing him to cringe away, startled, while Dean starts laughing.

“You’re so fucking annoying when you’re high,” says Draco, trying for scolding except that his eyes are bright and he can’t quite keep a smile off his face. “Give me that.” He snatches the joint from Harry and brings it to his lips, letting the smoke drift out through his nose and looking like the world’s loveliest and smallest dragon. He must see the way Harry’s looking at him because after he takes his second hit he leans down with a coy grin and Harry meets him halfway in a kiss so Draco can breathe the smoke into his mouth. His tongue follows shortly after and Harry loves the way he can taste the weed on it, earthy and bittersweet. 

He loses himself in it quickly, his hazy, sluggish brain happily forgetting the presence of eight or nine of their friends around them as he drinks his fill. All that’s real or matters is the warm, solid weight of Draco in his lap, the smell of weed and coconut, his soft lips and wet tongue and the gentle fingers on his jaw, stroking lightly. His own hand, the one not draped behind Draco’s back, finds his hip and snakes beneath his shirt, just enough to graze warm skin. Draco smiles against his mouth and hums into the kiss before pulling away and trailing his lips towards Harry’s ear.

“I’d settle down if I were you,” he says softly, his breath tickling Harry’s neck. It’s only then that Harry realises he’s got a semi that’s beginning to dig into Draco’s arse and he lets out a quiet laugh. Just to be cheeky, he brings his lips to Draco’s jaw and kisses down his neck, grinning when he feels Draco shiver.

“But I’m enjoying myself so much,” he whispers, hand sliding from Draco’s hip to his lap, where he squeezes over his half-hard cock, causing him to squirm and gasp in surprise. He grabs Harry’s hand and pulls it away with pink cheeks while Harry laughs against his neck.

“Oi, d’you two fucking mind!” comes Dean’s voice, and Harry looks up to see him watching them with raised eyebrows.

“You don’t have to watch,” Harry tells him, ripping his hand out of Draco’s grip to squeeze his thigh this time, delighted by the squawk of indignation.

“Draco’s still holding the joint, you pillock,” says Dean. “And he’s about to singe your arm with it.”

“I’m not about to singe anybody, you troglodyte,” Draco says, whipping round to glare at him. “Not all of us are bumbling Gryffindor barbarians born without a trace of elegance in our blood —”

“Ow!” Harry yells, snatching his arm from around Draco’s back when something scalding hot touches his skin. Dean descends into howls of laughter while Draco takes Harry’s arm and starts apologising profusely. He goes as far as chucking the joint at Dean, whose laughter subsides as it lands in his lap and he jumps out of his chair before it can burn him. Harry can see it beginning to burn a hole in the carpet.

This is not by any means the first time this carpet has seen a lit joint. Hermione has fixed most of the damage but here and there are obvious reminders, which Harry actually quite likes. There is, he thinks, such a thing as too much cleanliness and perfection. If a burn mark on his carpet is a memory of a good time, he can’t see what’s so bad about it.

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” Draco coos, lifting his arm and pressing a soft kiss to the tiny burn mark.

“You did that on purpose,” says Harry, affecting a deep, childish frown that makes Draco laugh. He cups Harry’s cheeks and kisses his lips once, twice, three times, then his cheek, before pulling away.

“Better?”

“Oh, I’ll need more than that if you wanna make up for burning me,” Harry tells him, cheeky grin back in place. Draco rolls his eyes and Harry hears both Dean and Ron making retching noises while Seamus wolf-whistles.

“Who has the other joint?” Dean asks as he drops the roach into an ashtray on the coffee table. “Someone needs to roll a new one.”

“Harry, you do it,” says Pansy. “Blaise did the last two and they were terrible.”

“What the fuck?” Blaise says, glaring at her. “They were fucking decent, what’re you on about?”

“Harry?” Pansy presses, ignoring him. “Will you? Yours are the best.”

“That’s because he’s good with his hands,” Draco says, bringing his lips to Harry’s cheek again where Harry can feel him grinning.

“You have to get off my lap then,” says Harry, prompting a heavy pout from Draco that makes him look twelve.

“Just do it on my lap, it’s not that hard.”

Harry huffs out a breath but agrees; he likes Draco’s warm weight and doesn’t really care if it’s a little more difficult to do, but mostly it’s because in spite of the burn he’s still half-hard and doesn’t necessarily need everyone seeing it. Dean brings over the flat tray with a mirrored base that Harry likes to use for this purpose and sets it down on Draco’s lap.

Draco makes a game of kissing his neck while he’s trying to roll the joints, causing him to fumble several times to the general chagrin of the room at large.

When he’s finished, Dean removes the tray and all the scattered, ground-up weed on its surface and takes the joints, lighting them both and handing one off to Seamus so the rounds can begin again. Harry wonders vaguely how long it would take for the whole room to fill with smoke and eventually suffocate them.

Draco’s nuzzling his cheek now and Harry slips his arm back around him.

“We should kick everyone out after they finish these ones,” he hums into Harry’s ear. “I’m very anxious to make up for burning your poor arm.”

Harry laughs and squeezes his hip playfully, but he also feels his cock twitch with interest. Their friends will come again, plenty of times; more important is the very baked, very randy Draco in his lap whose mouth looks more inviting by the minute.

“Yeah, all right,” he agrees. 

“Good,” Draco says and kisses his cheek once again. His touchy-feeliness is one of Harry’s very favourite things about Draco when he smokes. It’s like he can’t help it. “I’m gonna get some lemonade actually, do you want anything, love?”

“I’m okay,” says Harry. “Don’t be long.”

With another kiss — on his mouth this time — Draco stands up and Harry takes the opportunity to swat his arse before he walks away. Draco yelps and blushes and smacks his arm but he’s smiling, and it makes Harry’s heart even lighter than the weed does.

#weed cw #ily have some fluffy domestic boys smoking weed and being soft when u wake up #happy birthday ❤️❤️❤️ #anna writes #drabble

[rosy-cheekx]

“You’re such a dork.” for the emotional writing prompts! I don't know anything about critical role, really, so for TMA :)

I spy, with my little eye, Bryce’s attempts to shove her own interests into her fics. Anyways, I am an American in college so I was basing this on my own experiences oops. Enjoy!

Date night was Wednesday evenings. Jon and Martin both found it preferable for a variety of reasons; it was the most likely nights for happy hours at the pubs in town, guaranteeing a cheap drink, and keeping to a weekday night minimized the chance of Jon seeing one of his students out. He hated seeing his students. Not that he hated them of course, he really rather liked them…not that they would ever know that. Being a professor, of parapsychology of all things, was rather rewarding. He knew the content inside and out (it felt good, using the mark of The Eye to actively work against it, to pass along information instead of consuming). And they didn’t seem to mind him either.

That was the thing about university students. They really didn’t care about who he was or where he came from. The fact that he was a scrawny, scarred Englishman in a lecture hall in Scotland didn’t matter to them. In the classroom, all they cared was whether he taught the material well (he did) and was kind to those with late assignments (he was. He had been a university student once too; he remembered the anxiety and depression that took him and his mates in waves). He was a good professor; Jon knew that objectively in the marks his students received. But in the subjective? His student had decided they liked him.

This had dawned on him at the end of his first semester; when he was inundated with emails of sincere thank-you for a great semester, for being such a helpful teacher, for taking the time to help review, et cetera. Martin had grinned at him, poking a tongue out his mouth and making some remark about teacher’s pets coming full circle (Jon was never a teacher’s pet though. He had always asked too many questions. He welcomed those questions with open arms now, to be the teacher he hadn’t had.)

The next semester it had been more obvious that students liked him now that he knew where to look. It was in the open “good-mornings” and questions about his weekend plans, and in the fact that he had the best attendance records of his department. It was in the way they asked genuine questions about his material and the waitlists miles long to get into his sections. Later on, it was in the gentle ribbings about his looking tired and the grey hairs even as they celebrated his fortieth birthday with him, bringing in cupcakes and sneaking in between lectures to decorate his office and the sincere questions over his scars, his life, his relationship with Martin (his introductory lecture always featured Martin and Her Regency, their thick orange tabby). To make eight wonderful semesters short, he was familiar with his students, and they weren’t afraid to be familiar back. Which was wonderful in the classroom and all, but not when he was trying have a relaxing evening with his husband.

Which brings them back to Wednesdays. Wednesdays were the days least likely to have students out in town, he had learned from Dr. Kerrigan, the positive psych professor, because Thirsty Thursdays started off the weekend’s partying and drinking for the undergraduates. Wednesday was the day students, in theory, buckled down to finish homework and give themselves a free weekend.

So here they were, Martin in a collared shirt, printed with tiny flowers, and jeans, hair bleached white from the Lonely and curling softly at his temples; Jon in a slouchy ribbed turtleneck and high-waisted pants, his own thick curls half-piled atop his head. Jon was listening intently as Martin spoke animatedly, talking about his own day as a guidance counselor at the local primary school.

“…and I swear Jon, if it wasn’t bad enough that Kimmy has decided never to speak to Lawrence again, now Lawrence has confided in me that he is positively in love with her.”

“Did he say that verbatim? In love, I mean.”

“I mean, no, but he said he was willing to give her all his Squishmallows for a playdate. Squishmallows. That’s real eight-year-old commitment, right there.”

Jon barked out a laugh and put on a puppy-eyed expression, grinning all the while. “Martin Blackwood, do you hereby take Jonathan Sim’s stuffed animals, to have and to ho-”

A gentle swat to the knee with Martin’s shoe cut Jon off. “Oi! Respect my children. They may be fools but its not their faults their brains aren’t developed yet. And yes, I know, ‘they’re not developed ‘til twenty-five and you can argue that your students’ brains aren’t developed either.’ But it’s different. They’re babies.”

“And I’m the All-Knowing One,” Jon mused thoughtfully around a forkful of food, earning him another love-filled kick.

“Speaking of,” Martin pointed to Jon with his glass, eyeing him deliberately. “Midterms next week, yeah? How do you think it’ll go?”

Jon shrugged, scratching at the back of his neck. “Alright, I hope. First exam went well but could’ve been better. I’m worried about Avonni, honestly, he’s nodded off a few times in class and I’m not confident he has someone to get the material from.”

“He has you.” A pointed, snow-white eyebrow.

“Right, but sometimes students don’t want to ask for notes because they think I’ll say no. Maybe I should email him. Speaking of email! Did I tell you what Suzanne sent out?”

“Oh no, what?”

They carried on like this through their meal and into dessert, and not for the first time Jon was struck by the sheer normalcy of it all. His greatest concerns were Suzanne’s passive-aggressive emails and his students, not the inevitable destruction of reality as they knew it to be. They were scarred, inside and out, everyone who had escaped The Magnus Institute was, but they were safe and free and happy. In defiance of everything that had happened to and because of them.

“Dr. Sims!”

Uh oh. Spoke too soon.

Bite of lava cake halfway to his mouth, Jon squeezed his eyes shut, rolling his eyes back in his head and willing there to be another professor with the surname Sims in the restaurant. When he opened his eyes, Martin was valiantly trying to suppress a smile as he eyed something, someone, over his head. Jon twisted awkwardly in his seat to see—

“Parker. What a surprise.” His voice was warm but carefully measured, and the dark-skinned boy waved, shit-eating grin on his face. “I have told you that you can call me Jon.”

“Yeah, I know, but you earned that doctorate! And “Doctor Jon” sounds awful, like you should have your own show or something.”

He hadn’t earned that doctorate, actually, but Martin’s expertise in lying and the disastrous apocalypse that had left everyone disoriented meant it had been easy to exaggerate some of Jon’s CV and manufacture a fake diploma.

“I do have my own show. Monday and Wednesday mornings, where I teach a bunch of caffeinated undergrads parapsychology,” Jon replied easily. “You’re welcome to tune in.” He liked Parker; he was a bit of a class clown, liked to ask off-topic questions or pretend to sneak a look at Jon’s answer sheets, but he was sharp and knew his stuff. Jon respected that. He reminded Jon of someone he dearly missed.

But Parker had already turned his attention to Martin, who was watching the interaction with mirth in his eyes. “Hello sir! I’m Parker McMichael, Jon’s favorite student.” Martin shook the extended hand and nodded in mock seriousness.

“Of course. Pleasure to finally meet you. Are you the one with the essay on ESP or the one on psychokinesis?”

“Neither,” Parker shook his head proudly, short dreads swaying gently with the movement. “The Validity and Continuity of Near-Death Experiences,” he made a mock marquee with his hands, arching curved fingers to indicate the title hanging in the air. “Researching any consistencies in near-death experiences stories, whether they’re legitimate, and what they mean if they are. But-” Parker shook his head and turned his attention back to Jon. “That’s not why I’m interrupting.” He took his phone out of pocket idly as he spoke. “I’m afraid I’ve come to settle a dispute among the 11 a.m. section.”

Oh no.

The Ceaseless Watcher whispered to him, unbidden, the dispute in question. Jon generally knew how to suppress the powers, and they were weaker than they had been, once upon a time, but when he’s caught off guard with the desire to know, to Know, it could still overtake him.

“This you?” A blurry screenshot of a Youtube video is shoved under his nose, a part of a text chain titled Sim’s Spoopy Spirits, captioned by many text bubbles expressing disbelief and objections and a variety of emojis. Jon took the phone and examined it, the truth already sure in his chest. Yes, that was him, dressed in his Jonny d’Ville costume, eyeliner streaked and eyes closed, mid-ballad. God, he wished he could be rid of those Youtube videos.

Jon’s gaping silence must have been enough of an answer for Parker because he whooped a little too loudly for the restaurant they were in and pumped his fist to his chest before typing very quickly on his phone. “I knew it! Take that Sabina,” he was mumbling to himself, lost in his texts for a moment.

Martin took the opportunity to clear his throat. “Sorry, uh, no one’s asked so I will. How did you know to look for him-us-here?” Jon frowned, He hadn’t thought about that.

“Oh, a couple of my mates work here and mentioned seeing Dr. Sims and his husband here a lot on Wednesdays and I dunno about you so much, but Dr. Sims is pretty habitual. Figured it was as good a guess as any. Some things can’t wait til Monday.”

“..an email. Parker. You could’ve sent me an email.” Fingers ran over scarred face, as if he could wipe the irritation (and Martin’s poorly-hidden laugh) from existence.

“But then I couldn’t do this.” His phone was back up again, level with his own face and he twisted so both his own and Jon’s faces were in the shot. “I’m here at 7:02 pm on Wednesday the 26, here to make a very important announcement,” Parker spoke to the camera with confidence. “Dr. Sims just confirmed to me that he is the one, the only, Jonny d’Ville.” Parker held the camera to Jon’s voice. “Anything to say to your adoring fans?”

Jon sighed and tugged on an errant curl. “Don’t forget, reading due Monday.” He wasn’t genuinely upset with Parker, just filled with fond embarrassment.

Parker sent the video off and clapped the back of Jon’s chair. “Well, Dr. D’Ville, its been a pleasure. Everyone’s really excited to get a confirmation on your status of coolest teacher. Any plans for the evening?”

Jon sighed through his lower lip, stray curls framing his scalp flying upward in the sudden burst of wind. “Watching a documentary and trying to forget—wait. What?”

“Oh yeah no, everyone thinks it’s badass. You’ve got a super nice voice and the stories you told were really interesting, if a little buckwild.”

Jon felt his cheeks flush and Martin grinned slyly at him from across the table. “Y-Yes. I guess we were rather good.”

Parker gave his farewells and Jon’s shoulders sagged (he had immediately righted his posture on seeing Parker, his grandmother’s voice in his ear reminding him of his manners), turning his full attention back to his husband. Martin had maintained that grin and was eyeing him intensely, like he expected Jon to say something.

“What, Martin?”

“God, you’re such a dork.” The words were soft, expression fond, and Jon could feel the radiation of unadulterated love Martin gave off in his smile, the one only ever used for Jon. “You really love your students, don’t you? You know how much they love you, right?”

Jon grumbled, but he couldn’t quite sweep the smile off his face either as their waiter made his way over with their check.

“No comment. But we are switching to Tuesday date nights.”

#tma #tma fanfic #the magnus archives #prompts #date night #jmart #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #fanfic to a tea

[jacksmusesdrv3]

Meeting for Sacrifice

Here is something I scrapped up in weird RP format a while ago: an altercation of sorts between Gonta and Ouma. Bear in mind as usual, there’s a fair bit of cryptic subtext with this implying that the two have spoken before about the true nature of Ouma’s role- since they’re genuinely cooperating with each other and all, I think that Gonta knows a lot more than he lets on, mainly about Ouma more than anything else. So I tried to reflect that overall weirdness here, in a way that makes some sense. What can I say, cryptic teases are fun

It’s old too, about a year old since I was too chicken to post it here until now due to its fragment nature. Still I hope it gives the punch that this pair deserves :3 (Of course, Ouma is not nice here. He is close to losing his shit, especially at this point in the story, and as for Gonta? Let’s just say he can be rough when he really wants to be...)

Jeez, it’s super late! Aren’t you supposed to be bothering Shuichi? He’s running around after killer girl, after all. Get your priorities straight!

Yeah, Gonta saw Shuichi already. He had to keep a promise, so he’s out.

I mean, yeah. I figured as much, at this hour. (Just like clockwork...)

Soo, what is it, big guy? You’re being more aggressive than usual.

Did a bug escape from your lab and get up your nose or something?

Kokichi, Gonta been thinking. We need to put a stop to this, and Gonta thinks he knows how.

Neeheehee, you’d come all this way just for one of your dumbdumb lectures? 

Don’t bother, stupid! I *want* this game to keep rolling! It’s just getting fun!

(Welp. It's time for 'that' again, huh. I stretched a bit more, and dropped my hands to my sides.)

(Then, I snuck my hands in my pockets and felt for the switch.)

(Click. Now just a few seconds for the BugVac to- God’s sake Miu, did you have to add *that* shit- this was NOT in the-)

*ahem* Go on, Gonta. For realsies, this time.

Oops, come on inside. Don’t want to be seen out here, y’know?

(He barges his way in. He’s cumbersome enough without a room full of clutter- oh, geez!)

Oi! Be careful with the evidence, Bigfoot!

Ah! S-sorry!

Hmm... (Less consideration of surroundings but, anxiety, what’s stirring in there has got to be…)

Okay. Gonta has an idea. Been thinking about it for a long time now, but no way to do it.

You’re the one with the brains to manage complex stuff like this, so…

...

So take Gonta and use him in a plot! Make him a sacrifice!

Kokichi’d know how to do it just right! So he’s gotta help!

....A… sacrifice. Right, yeah...

...uhhhh uhhhh….

(.........)

Kokichi? Are you listening to me- are you.. ok?

H-hold on. Y-you’re… you’re joking… right? R-right, Gonta?

That superpower... must have fried your head, for real. You c-can’t... seriously…

(Oh… no no you… no no-no… fuck that- no no, no-)

Look, Gonta knows you feel this way. But it’s the only thing I-

*Ahahaha!* That’s ridiculous! Do you really think I’ll let you pull something sooooo stupid!?

You can die all you want but man, do you seriously think I’ll *help* you?! What the hell!?

Are you off your fucking rocker you big meat head!? Fuck you! I’m not going to-

Hey Kokichi- stop it! Stop it and listen!

Like hell!

Two Exisals still left. So Gonta may as well be the next one to go.

You... you want to save the country, right Kokichi? But you can’t do that without help.

Wh-whwhat are you-

Y-you’re just playing into it, you idiot! I can handle this *myself*!

No! Gonta is not going to do what Monokuma wants. This is Gonta’s choice.

Would Kokichi rather sacrifice someone who doesn’t want to? Or... throw himself away?

Both those things are way more foolish! Take this seriously!

I know that, already… I kn-know…....

Which is why I can’t let some *big fool* get in the way of my *big plans*, duhh!

Gonta’s *not* a fool! You know, but pretending not to…!

If Kokichi won’t do this, he might as well tell everyone the truth!

Uuuggh... why you-!

Okay fine, Gonta. You want your little plot… you got it.

So, we’ll have to use the Virtual World, but… hmm, I can’t tell you about all the details heeeere. 

You understand, riiight?

Yeah, Gonta knows. No problem telling a lie, but plotting is different…

So some things, it’s better that Gonta doesn’t know...

Thank you! Now Gonta can do this for you, and everyone!

Of course! It’s no problem! I appreciate the pressure, from the bottom of my heart!

I’ve taught you well, Gonta! You’d make a fine manipulator! True gentleman material!

Kokichi…?

You heard me. That was *cold*. So... mean… so scary….

Welp. Times’ a wastin’. I better get to Miu with this, hadn’t I!?

You’d better get to bed, too. Just leave allllll the brutal planning to me, okaaaay?

Right!? This is the perfect opportunity! I’ll show off just how *terrible* I really am!

Just wait til I get to Monokuma with this, muahahaha!

Then he’ll get in on the game, and it’ll be, it’ll be- oh *man*! I can’t wait!! I can’t wait!!

Stop that!! Please- Kokichi is *not* terrible!

Don’t- oh shut up you annoying sack of shit!!

*You* can’t be tainted, can you? So just- go already! Get out of my sight!

Yeah you, *patsy*! You better fulfil your role, you hear me!? Do *everything* I say!

Oh sweet, precious Gonta, they’re gonna love you so, so much-

No- please! Remember this, for Gonta!

Kokichi is… the bravest person Gonta ever knew.

No matter what he has to do from now…

... brave? What... are you saying, Gonta? You’re making... no sense....

You go and- you say that stuff to me, and... tell me to sacrifice you… to have you die… 

And you’d talk about how brave *I* am? You… have no idea.

I-it’s such a joke… all of this…

But, Kokichi must win! He *must* beat Monokuma! No matter what...!

If not, everything is done for! Everything hell, forever!

It’s hard, and Gonta doesn’t know everything. But if he does this, it’ll be easier.

And whatever happens, Gonta knows Kokichi! Don’t ever forget!

Gonta will be with you in spirit, riding with you to the very end!

……*hic*…..

(...No… not this feeling... why? Why can’t I control it!? I’m so stupid, damnit!)

(I’m useless with my godforsaken talent and now... fucking hell!)

(I don’t have the *right* to feel anything. I wanted this to begin with.)

(I made the ultimate gamble. So I... I gotta do this right.)

(This isn’t the time… while he has this circus to run, I-)

Kokichi…?

(...ah.)

I’m... sorry, Gonta. Please, just… go now.

....Kokichi...

...Good night.

#creative #checkered seer #intrepid entomologist #i might uh... tag later?? idk #gotta run off- #help I need more content of these two??

[heycallmeladytypewriter]

A Call of a Siren - Chapter 2

A/N: As you guys have noticed, I tweaked a few things to fit Delia into the story but please let me know if I missed or messed up something on the storyline. Again, looking for a beta reader if anyone is interested. Chapter three should be up soon along with everyone's favorite angry boy. I don't own My Hero Academia. I only own my own characters and the story I create within Horikoshi's masterpiece of a world I'd love to live in.

Chapter One

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“I expect you to all to still work hard on exams even though the end of the school year is in sight!” Her teacher was lecturing them on the importance of tests or something but Cordelia had other things on her mind. 

Nine months ago, she saw the world's greatest hero and a scrawny boy her age on the beach. A day she wouldn’t forget as it was a major part of why she was trying her damndest to get into UA in a month.

She went to the beach mostly everyday on a run and also practiced in her room after her family went out or was asleep. She also tried to incorporate some strength training exercises she got off the internet as she was sure you needed more than cardio to make it in. 

One thing she found herself doing, albeit shamefully, was sort of spying on All Might and Izuku Midoriya train on the beach and park. She didn’t necessarily go out of her way but it was on her training grounds too. No matter how she reasoned it, she still kept her distance and would hide at first sign of being found. It also didn’t help that she felt she had stumbled on a major invasion of privacy as she witnessed the strong and well, mighty, All Might transform to a tall but skinny weaker man. The first time she saw it she thought her eyeballs were for sure going to pop out her skull and fall to the floor with her jaw. She would never tell out of respect for the hero but still...every time he did it was like a mini heart attack especially when he would cough up blood afterwards. Like Jesus man please go see a doctor!

“Miss Bell I hope that dazed look on your face means you are thinking of your study schedule this weekend?” 

Her head turned from the window and faced the teacher, “ Oh, yes of course!” 

“Hmm..so anyways class -” Cordelia went right back to gazing out the window. 

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“ FIND SOMEWHERE ELSE TO DO YOUR STUPID STRETCHES BRAT!” Angry boy yelled at her for the 400th time.

Delia rolled her eyes again but continued her stretches where she was. She was here first anyway. Not that it mattered as she always stretched here because after Angry boy decided it was his workout spot she decided it was hers too. 

“Oi, don’t ignore me! Move your fat ass out of here!” 

“No thanks I’m good. And who are you calling fat ass, big tits?” She laughed as he bristled immediately at her response. He reminded her of a cat, all puffy and angry,  when he got like that which only made her giggle more. She wished to know his name but last time she asked he flipped her off. 

Looking at her watch, she realized she was going to be late for dinner. “Oh crap. Gotta go! Bye Big tits!” 

His water bottle flew right past her head as she ran off while he screamed expletives at her. “Hey!” She scolded. She slowed down enough to pick it up and chucked it with maximum force back at him, “don’t fucking litter!” 

She ran a little quicker when she heard the little pops of his quirk which is when she realized a few months ago that he was getting more pissed. “Goddamn brat!”

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“Cordelia, you are late! Go wash up.” Her mother scolded her from the kitchen as she walked in the house. 

“Lost track of time! Sorry I’ll be quick!” She hopped up the stairs and nearly ran into her father, wearing his uniform, on the way. “Oops sorry Daddy!”

 Yes, she still called her father ‘Daddy.’

 Her ‘Daddy’ was a 6’4 man with piercing blue eyes that could intimidate anybody which probably helped with his job. Her mother always liked to point out that of course all her children had to inherit his blue eyes and not her brown ones.  

“Hey,” His hand shot out to gently grab her wrist before she could keep going, “What is all this training you doing for?” 

“Nothing in particular. Can’t I have a hobby?” She lied through her teeth before continuing on upstairs. 

“Cordelia…” 

“Dad. Teenage girl who wants to be fit - not rocket science!” 

Hopping in the hot shower, Delia relaxed finally. She was soooo lying to her family but felt it necessary as they stood on opposite ground concerning her dream of becoming a hero. 

She had a dream. She wasn’t going to give up without a fight just because she was alone in it. Deep down she was hoping if she became a good enough hero she could change their minds about the matter. 

She even took many preemptive precautions such as designating herself as the mail person of the house. She got it every day without fail and they would get used to just depending on her to get it. She managed to get a third cordless phone for the house she’d hide in her room to check the number in case of any specific calls coming through. She even created a fake parent email and perfected their signatures if needed. She was good at lying but it never felt easier on her to lie regardless of her reasons. 

“CORDELIA!” 

With a sigh, she shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. At least I dry off quickly, she thought amused as she wicked the water off her body and out of her hair. 

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It was exam day. 

Delia’s nerves were all over the place as she sat in the auditorium filled with the other hopefuls. They grouped them by class it seemed though she didn’t recognize those sitting near her. Her fault, she was sure, as she didn’t reach out to others during this past year as she just assumed or more like hoped she’d be transferring after the year was up. 

She wondered where Midoriya was as he was the reason she got her butt here in the first place. 

The Pro, Present Mic, continued to shout out to the crowd of potential students but Delia figured everyone was too wound up to join in or even focus enough. He was in the process of explaining their physical test when a loud voice rang out. A boy with cut blue hair and glasses stood suddenly and practically demanded answers of a possible inconsistency regarding the robots before the Pro could probably get to it (impatient much?) and then turned behind him to yell at the very boy she was wondering about for muttering too loudly. 

She wanted to laugh but her nerves were already fraying. As they were announcing the order of tests and people were slowly being shuffled out of the auditorium, Delia took a long breath before marching outside with the others. 

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This was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. 

She went on auto pilot as soon as the doors opened. Everyone rushed forward only to be immediately greeted by a bunch of green robots with glowing red eyes. Without thinking, she looked for the nearest water source...yes, a fire hydrant!...and reached her hand outwards to pull the water. A burst of water came rushing out that she quickly sharpened into her normal water whip and sliced out at the first two robots she saw ahead of her, breaking their heads off. 

“Wow that was amazing!” A girl with short brown hair to her left shouted at her before running further down the street. Delia blinked. Holy shit, that was amazing! For a moment, Delia felt she could really do this...until about 10 minutes later.

The robots didn’t give her a minute to think anymore, which considering her extreme anxiety over today was probably a good thing, and she used her whip to maim any robot who came within range. As soon as she was finally racking up a few points, a giant shadow loomed over the street. 

It was the zero points robot. 

Holy shitballs it was huge, Delia thought, shielding her face, as it stomped its way over causing surrounding small buildings and the street itself to explode with force everywhere. 

She was about to run but she heard someone cry out. It was the really nice girl from earlier who was caught under the debris from the zero pointer. 

Everyone was running. 

Then she ran. 

Towards the girl. 

There was water running from a broken pipe so she willed it near her as she skidded to the girl and put her hand up and the water formed a water dome around her the girl as they braced themselves for the next step from the robot but it never came. 

“SMASH!” Midoriya yelled from above them. Through the water she saw him go flying at the face of the robot and hit it so hard the zero pointer was thrown back with a broken face. 

“Oh my god” she whispered. The water fell on them in a whoosh and she snapped back to the girl and pushed the rock up far enough to wiggle her leg out. Looking up, she saw Midoriya start to fall and her heart continued to race as she tried to figure out how to catch him but the girl who was stuck ran, now with a limp, touch a rock and float upwards towards him. She meets him halfway then taps him midair and slowly brings them back to earth. Then promptly throws up off the side of the rock. 

The buzzer goes off. 

Times up. 

Delia felt her shoulder drop in disappointment. She only had 20 points from the smaller robots and barely. That was it. She was stuck at a regular school and wouldn’t be a pro hero. 

The finality of things started to weigh on her and followed her as she shuffled her way home, trying not to cry.

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The wait was killing her. 

It’s been days and she’s checked the mail repeatedly. Damn near scared the mailman a few times when she ran up to him a few houses before hers.

By the time it came, she had all but figured she failed so badly that they weren’t gonna waste time with a letter. Yeah, she was being dramatic but still. 

Finally, a small package addressed to her arrived. Delia had to wait until her parents went out to the store with Henry before she could run to her room and play it. After triple checking they left, she set it up on her small desk and internally started to scream. 

“Young Bell, it is me All Might! I am here! To give you your results on your exam to UA!” 

There goes her ability to breathe. 

She started to bite her lip nervously. 

“It says here that you scored 24 points on your practical and did well enough in your written test. BUT” 

She was now on the verge of gnawing her lip off.

“While your scores were alright enough, what really wowed us was your last few minutes of the practical!”

He started a small screen next to him of the girl who was stuck under a rock talking to someone behind the camera. 

“Is it possible to share my points?!” The girl exclaimed to someone behind the camera. 

Delia’s hand went to her chest as the girl, who didn’t know her nor should’ve bothered to do this, wanted to make sure her and Midoryia earned enough points and if not, to give them some of hers. Her lip had to have been bruised by now.

“Did you really think a Hero academy judged solely on the ability to hit a robot? We look at everything! And you, Young Bell, embody just the right person we strive to teach! You went ahead without thinking or caring about anything but the girl and acted- acted heroically! We awarded you 30 more points bringing your total to a whopping 54! So, Young Bell, I want to congratulate you on your acceptance to UA! Welcome, future hero!” 

Delia’s lip was bleeding now but she didn’t care. Tears were rushing down her face before she could stop them.

She thought it was done.

But really- it was just beginning. 

She sent a silent thank you to the boy on the beach and the hero they both looked up to

#The Call of a Siren #bakugou x oc #bakugo fanfic #bakugou katsuki #mha #mha fanfiction #Class 1A #All Might #midoriya izuku #bakugou smut #my hero academia #my hero academy fanfiction #bnha #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha fanfiction

[urinejaeger]

Hi I hope you are having a great day!!! I was wondering if I can request either Bakugo or Kirishima catching the reader doing the WAP dance and it gets steamy. Thank you and I hope this is ok.

tfw when i can’t even do a split 😔😔😔 also i did both because Kirishima has been getting to me lately 🥺

CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP! 18+

BAKUGOU

“Oh, oops—“ You mumbled in annoyance as you were busy setting up your phone on the dresser. The stupid thing continuously tried to slip from its placeholder near your ring light.

“Oi... what are you doing?” A sigh came from the door. You didn’t have to look to know who the raspy voice came from. He had fell back on the bed, arms placed behind his head and his eyes converted to the ceiling.

“Nothing... Ugh, hey, Bakugou?” You had asked, looking behind you with your phone in hand. He gave a little “hm” in response and opened one eye to look at you. He knew you were about to ask for a favor, so he had opened his mouth to decline before you said anything else.

“Please hold my phone for me,” you whined out, resulting in him groaning and rolling his eyes. Though it wasn’t that big of a deal, he didn’t want to have to record you doing whatever you’re doing while he’s stuck holding the stupid electronic.

“Why?” He huffed and sat up, eyes pointing at the device in your hand before snatching it from you. “One of your dumb tiktok trends?” He has asked, voice softer once he realized he might actually get to see you doing something cute or funny, and he’d be the mastermind with the controls of the camera. That’s when he noticed the sound name.

“What the fuck is a WAP?” He had asked, eyes squinting at the audio before he nearly clicked it. You stopped him by pressing the “use this sound” button at the bottom of the page. He only shrugged it off before aiming it at you. Needless to say, this wasn’t his first time recording you. You often even caught him smiling softly behind the camera, finding enjoyment in your work.

“Okay, now don’t stop recording! Run it all the way through.” He gave a nod, and waiting for your cue. You stood far back, near your bedroom wall as he sat on the edge of the bed. It was then that he noticed your noticed outfit - Short black shorts and a dark maroon crop top - that he couldn’t wait to take off later.

Once you gave him the okay to start, he kept his eyes squinted and focused on the screen, making sure to capture every movement on your body. Your leg went in the air, immediately sparking his interest.

And once you had dropped, legs spread, Bakugou’s eyes went wide a bit, leaning closer to the screen. Next came the bit where you’d shake your ass in the air, and Bakugou felt his entire body going stiff - he continued to watch as you twerked on the ground, turned finished the dance.

The moment that you had brought your leg up to go into a split, he nearly felt your phone slip. Still, for the most part, he had kept himself steady enough to get a good video. The video went into immediate autoplay, turning his face bright red with a slightly pout as he watched it once more. You rushed over, breathing a bit heavy from the dance to grab your phone from him. To your surprise, he held up his hand to stop you, and held your phone out of your reach. His eyes, however, remained captivated.

That was when he looked back at you, tossing the phone to the side. You went to reach for it, but his hands caught you around the waist and pulled you to stand in front of him. Curling his lips up into a smirk, Bakugou’s eyes trailed from your own, down to your lips, and then to your neck, where he leaned forward to place a feather-like kiss. “I’ve never seen you do anything like that before... When did you learn how to do the split?” He mumbled against your neck, sending shivers down your spine when you felt his lips part, his tongue brushing against your sensitive flesh.

“I-I only learned to do them for the dance,” you mumbled, cheeks flushed. You felt his arms circle your waist, pulling you closer as his teeth nipped your neck, going down to your shoulder for a slight moment before he looked up at you, face only inches from yours.

“We could’ve practiced it together... You, above my lap...” He felt his lips smirk higher when he saw the blush darken on your face. “Or my face...”

That’s when you let out a squeal, smacking his shoulders at his dirty suggestion. “BAKUGOU-“

You were silenced by his lips, and the feeling of him leaning back and pulling you on top of him. Maybe you’ll do more than one split this evening...

KIRISHIMA

Kirishima had just gotten home, the exhaustion from his patrol feeling good when he remembers that it was all from working out and stopping bad guys. Stretching his muscular arms up, he had strolled into the kitchen and headed immediately to the fridge - the poor red headed boy hadn’t even eating lunch that day!

Just as he had opened the fridge, Kirishima had heard music coming from the living room, followed by a swear word of his one and only, y/n. Closing the fridge and forgetting about the food, he realized he only wanted one thing - a hug and kiss from his lover. Sure, maybe it wasn’t super manly but you were his only acception! To be vulnerable around you is his favorite pastime.

“Y/N? Baby,” Kirishima cooed softly, turning the corner to see you in a position with your ass high in the air, your back arching to grant a little extra bounce. His body froze, face nearly as red as his hair when he saw you drop to the ground in embarrassment. You both awkwardly looked at each other for a minute before the hero fixed his posture, smoothing some of his hair back and headed to one of the chairs placed near a wall.

You watched as he leaned back all the way, chin set on his hands and legs partly spread as he looked at you blankly.

“Don’t stop.” He said, motioning with his hand to continue your dance. His blush had officially faded, but he was still feeling flustered that he had walked in on you performing such an erotic dance. You stuttered for a slight movement before shaking it off. Then, you moved back over to your phone where another woman was performing it on their, teaching you exactly how to do the dance.

You practiced, kicking your leg up before dropping and spreading your knees, then getting on all four to shake your ass up and down for the twerk affect. You performed the rest of the dance almost flawlessly, feeling for confident now that your super sexy lover was watching from only a few steps away.

You sat on the ground afterwards, looking over at him. Kirishima swallowed, his hand gripping the chair’s arm just slightly. “That was... really good... I just have one suggestion.”

You watched as he stood, standing above you just slightly and helped you stand. His thumb brushed over the backs of your hands before he had stepped back, motioning for you to go again.

You gave him a nod, kicking your leg into the air before you spread your knees and dropped the ground. “Then I do this..” You mumbled, getting back on all fours again, with your ass facing him.

You didn’t get much further than that when you felt something press against you, holding you still for a moment. Gasping just slightly, you noticed how tight his grip on your hips were as he lowered you down to your knees, his body then leaning forward to press his mouth near your ear.

“Do that again,” your usually sweet and supportive boyfriend mumbled, his hands then moving to pull down your leggings. One of his hands circled around your waist, moving towards your lower regions. Your body twitched in excitement, ready to feel his body rock you into oblivion.

“But with me inside of you...”

#mha x reader #bakugou smut #bakugou fanfiction #wap #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero #bakugou x kirishima #kirishima #kirishima smut #kirishima x y/n #bakugou oneshot #kirishima oneshot

[saejinspeach]

Just you (Aomine Daiki x OC)

Hi! I'm sort of new here. This is my first time ever posting. (Yikes!) I'm sorry if I'm doing it wrong!

Miyori is my original character that's been stuck in my head since I started writing fanfiction. So please be kind to her. Hope you enjoy!

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Whenever Daiki looks at Miyori, her heart melts into an unrecognizable pool of goo. When his lips pull into that undeniably sexy grin, Miyori has to keep herself from fainting. When he slams the basketball through the hoop, Miyori has to fight to keep her pounding heart in her chest.

Yet, she’s always wondered why a guy like Daiki would even think twice about being with a girl as average as Miyori.

Her looks in general are average at best, plain hair and a common eye colour. She doesn’t have a skinny or athletic body seeing as she has some “soft spots" (especially around her tummy area) and her chest size...well, that’s a sensitive subject. Miyori is just…Miyori.

Her looks never bothered her until she started dating a certain blue haired ace and started spending time with said ace's best friend, Momoi.

She rarely ever did it, but she started comparing herself to other girls, Momoi included. Thinking to herself that an other girl would have better suited Daiki. Heck she even almost convinced herself that Momoi would be a better girlfriend for him than she was. But eventually those thoughts would slip from her mind when Daiki held her hand or kissed her. She must be doing something right…right?

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As usual Daiki waits outside Miyori’s class, lazily leaning against the wall opposite the door. Naturally, the girls whisper and giggle when they see him as they leave the class.

“He looks amazing,” Miyori thinks to herself as she spots him. Am I really good enough for him? This question has been eating away at her lately. “Oi.” The deep rumble of Daiki’s voice interrupts Miyori’s thoughts.

Miyori smiles at him. “Let’s go,” she says as she walks down the hallway. Daiki’s eyes narrow, but he follows Miyori without a word. Did he notice…

They go to Daiki’s favorite spot, the school’s rooftop. Momoi had to drop off some data for coach to work through, so it’s just Miyori and Daiki. Other days it wouldn’t bother her, but today it somehow felt different.

Daiki is lying on his back (probably half asleep). The empty bento box long forgotten next to him. Miyori fidgets with the hem of her skirt.

“Why do you like me, Daiki?” It slips out before she can stop herself. His silence is uncomfortable. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to put you on the spot. I’m just curious. I mean…you could date any girl you want, but you chose me instead…so I was just…”

Before Miyori could finish her sentence, she’s pinned to the ground trapped underneath Daiki. His hands are locked around both of Miyori’s wrists, his face dangerously close to hers. She can feel her face burning up with every breath Daiki takes. The heat slowly making its way to her ears.

Even if she wanted to, Miyori can’t move. Daiki doesn’t say anything, he just stares at her. There’s something in his eyes that Miyori can’t quite pin. They’re different. They aren’t the usual lazy, disinterested blue or the cold hard focus that pierces through his opponents that they usually are. No, they are warm…gentle even. Something tugs at Miyori’s heart.

“You’re different,” she hears him say in that deep lazy tenor she loves so much, a blush lightly dusted across his cheeks.

She hesitates and bites her lower lip. “How?” She manages to breath out the question, disbelief evident in her voice.

“You see…me.” He almost whispers the words as if he’s talking to himself.

Miyori’s eyes tear up. “Of course, who else am I suppose to see, idiot?” Miyori’s voice cracks as she addresses him the same way he usually does her. Daiki looks at her, eyes wide.

Moments like these when Daiki shows vulnerability are rare, she’s only ever experienced very brief moments of it. She treasures these moments the most.

Daiki’s lips connect with Miyori’s. Even his kiss feels different. His lips are as rough as usual, but his kiss is softer like he’s afraid of hurting Miyori. A tear finally slips from her eye.

She didn’t want it to end. Daiki hesitantly pulls away. She can tell he feels the same.

“Just you,” he says softly. “What?” Did she hear him right? “I want…just you,” he says again, eyes focused on Miyori’s. She’s speechless. Hearing him say that makes her heart fill up with pure joy. Who cares how pretty the other girls are or how big Momoi's chest is, Daiki wants her…plain old Miyori.

Miyori can’t hold back anymore. “I love you, Daiki,” Miyori says through sobs. Daiki let’s go of Miyori’s wrists. He sits up while he pulls her into his lap. Miyori wraps her arms around Daiki’s neck. “I love you too,” he finally whispers in Miyori’s ear. The sincerity of his words is too much for Miyori and more tears spill from her eyes. Daiki rubs her back, gently rocking back and forth, patiently waiting for her to calm down.

When she finally does, she doesn’t move. She just sits there with her face buried in Daiki’s neck. She’s too embarrassed to look at Daiki since she bawled her eyes out just because he told her that he loved her.

“You good?” Miyori slightly jumps when Daiki speaks. “Yeah,” is all she can manage.

“Dai-chaaan! Miyo-chaaan! Sorry for being late!” Momoi’s voice almost echoes on the rooftop as she climbs the ladder to join them.

Miyori panics a bit. If Momoi sees that she’s been crying she’s going to start a full on war with Daiki. Again.

“Don’t move and close your eyes,” Daiki whispers to Miyori, who in return obediently does as he says.

“Dai-ch…oh, am I interrupting something,” Momoi asks carefully. “You usually are,” Daiki shoots back. Miyori bites back the giggle in her throat. “Hey, I do not!” Momoi stomps her foot, puffing her cheeks. “Shut up, Satsuki. She’s sleeping,” Daiki easily lies. “Oops! I’m sorry,” Momoi whispers, her hands covering her mouth. “I’ll just go,” she slowly retreats to the ladder. “Good, get me something to drink while you’re at it,” Daiki says as he pokes his slim pinky in his ear. Momoi wants to protest, but hesitantly swallows it and huffs down the ladder to get Daiki a soda.

When they hear the sound of the rooftop door closing, Miyori slowly pulls away from Daiki. “That was mean,” Miyori says as she looks at the spot where Momoi stood just seconds ago. “Aaah, she'll get over it,” he says, clearly not caring that he practically chased his best friend away.

“I should go wash my face,” Miyori says, slowly getting up out of Daiki’s lap. He holds her hand making sure that she doesn’t fall. Miyori turns to walk away, then hesitates. She turns around and gently kisses a now very flustered Daiki on the forehead.

They look each other in the eyes and in that moment they both confirm what should have been obvious to Miyori from the start.

She loves Daiki and Daiki loves her…just the way she is.

#aomine daiki #knb fluff #original character #i'm new here #what do i even tag this as

[justanother-unluckysoul]

OUAT Fic: For Love And Revenge, PG-13, Killian/Milah

Rating: PG-13

Characters: Killian Jones, Rumpelstiltskin

Word count: 2867

Summary:  "His arm throbs in time with his pulse and his heart aches, and he can’t tell if that’s an emotional pain from losing the love of his life or a real remnant of the Dark One’s attempt to rip out his heart. " Killian tries to come to terms with losing Milah and his hand. Tag to 2x04.

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine.

A/N: Apologies for taking this fic down earlier but I wasn’t fully happy with how I’d written certain things. But it’s back now and with an extra thousand words! (I only intended to tidy up a few parts but oops, I may have gotten carried away.)

For Love And Revenge

“Even demons can be killed,” Killian is aiming for a threatening snarl, but his voice cracks, “I will find a way.”

“Well, good luck living long enough,” replies Rumpelstiltskin, somehow still managing to taunt him even with a hook stuck in his chest, and he disappears in a dark red cloud.

The hook clatters to the deck. Of course it couldn’t have been that easy to kill him, else the Dark One would never have left himself open to such an attack. Killian’s balance feels off as he picks up the hook. Anger and fear can only drive a wounded man so far, and Killian quickly realizes he's reached the end of its capacity to keep him going. And suddenly his legs don't want to hold him up, and he feels like he's going to be sick. He stumbles to the rail of the ship. He doesn't vomit though, and after a brief interval wondering if he will or not, Killian turns and slumps down to the deck, his back against the railing. His first mate, John, is at his side in a moment.

"Get me something to tie off his arm!" calls John, raising Killian's left arm to slow the bleeding.

There's a flurry of movement. Killian's eyes are drawn back to Milah's body. He reaches for her but she’s further away than he thought. He’s suddenly desperate to have her back in his arms, but someone is holding him down and a scream of rage and grief builds in his throat. He doesn’t even have the strength to voice it. A strange coldness has taken over him. He feels as though he’s in a dream. John is tying something tightly around his forearm. Maybe a belt.

"You're gonna be alright, Captain," John says, "But I need you to stay awake, you understand?"

"Aye," murmurs Killian.

He has every intention of staying awake, but when he's pulled to his feet, the world slips away from him.

He dreams of crocodiles and hooks and Milah dying in his arms. He wakes with her name on his lips.

"Easy, now," says a stranger, "Don't be moving around just yet."

Killian recoils, not recognizing where he is, nor the man leaning over him. He’s also none too pleased to realize that he’s shirtless. Lurching sideways, he rolls off the table and he's on his feet in a quick movement. The action awakens all sorts of aches and pains in his body, dizziness suddenly overwhelming, and he reaches for the edge of the table with his left hand to steady himself. There's a brief moment of sickening realization, but it's too late. Killian goes down hard and barely avoids smacking his head on the table on his way. The fall jars his wounded arm, sending shooting pains from his wrist to his elbow and Killian barely holds in a scream.

"Oi, what did I just tell you?" the stranger says, sounding annoyed.

He hauls Killian to his feet and deposits him back on the table with ease, uncaring of the discomfort the further abrupt motion causes to Killian. The stranger is a big man, Killian thinks, and one he could not take in a fight in this condition. So Killian stays where he's put, cradling his burning left arm, hoping that his carefully measured breaths will quell the churning in his stomach. His head is pounding. If Killian didn't know better, he'd almost believe he'd had too much rum the night before. But he does know better, as his mind helpfully supplies him with the vivid memory of Milah going limp in his arms as the Dark One crushed her heart into dust. Killian’s jaw clenches and he shakes his head a little to dispel the image.

"Drink, it will help with the sickness," says the stranger, his voice gentler now that Killian’s being compliant.

Speaking of rum…Killian takes the offered cup and sniffs it cautiously before taking a sip. It’s not rum, of course. It's hot, spicy, somehow feeling both warming and cooling in his mouth. He finishes it quickly and his stomach does feel calmer having done so, so he risks a closer look at his... He was going to call it his hand but it's not anymore, is it? Well, whatever. It's wrapped tightly in thick bandages, blood peeking through faintly, and he can't quite believe that his hand is really gone. He can almost feel his fingers, imagines that if he tried, he could still clench his missing hand into a fist. But obviously when he tries to do that there's no response from his phantom hand. An uncomfortable shiver runs down his spine and Killian swiftly forces his attention outward.

“I assume this is your handiwork?” he asks of the stranger.

"Yes."

“Then I believe you’ve saved my life. You have my thanks.”

Killian's gratitude sounds hollow even to his own ears. The physician only grunts in response and drapes a rather scratchy blanket around Killian. He’s thankful for the security it offers. His shirts are in a blood-stained pile on the floor, except for his leather coat, which the physician has kindly hung on a hook by the door.

“The wound was partially healed already, by magic, I’m told,” the physician explains, “You are a lucky man, Captain. Whoever did this to you wanted you to live.”

There’s a clear question on the man’s face, although he doesn’t voice it and Killian would refuse to answer anyway. A lucky man. He’s the furthest thing from lucky. He’d rather be dead than live a day without Milah. But he had sworn he’d find a way to kill the Dark One, and Killian’s tired misery slowly ignites to anger again. There are footsteps outside the door, and it swings open to reveal John, carrying clean clothes.

"Captain," John says in greeting, and he looks as though he would say something further but thinks better of it.

“If you’re going to ask me when he can leave, the answer is when he can stand up without falling on his face,” the physician declares.

Killian bristles at that.

“I’m fine,” he growls.

And to prove it he forces himself to stand again, though he’s prepared for the dizzy spell this time, and remembers to balance himself with the right hand. But even after the dizziness abates, it’s still a struggle to remain on his feet. Everything hurts. And the physician only raises an eyebrow at Killian’s efforts, clearly not convinced of his ability to leave.

“And without using the table as a crutch?” he asks, even daring to smirk a little.

Killian wants to punch the man for taking that tone with him. Instead he grits his teeth and lets go of the table, clenching his hand into a fist to try to stop it shaking. He doesn't need help. Putting on his shirt and coat proves a little tricky with one hand and his centre of balance refusing to settle, but a warning glance at John keeps his first mate back. He doesn't need help.

“Make sure he gets plenty of rest,” the physician tells John, not Killian, as though John has any say in what his Captain does, “His body has been through a lot. And if he gets feverish--”

"Got it,” snaps Killian, heading for the door before the physician can make any more demands, probably to do with leeches or something.

The walk back to the Jolly Roger is miserable and Killian quickly regrets turning down John’s offer to find him a cart to ride back in. Now he can’t hear John’s words clearly over the rushing sound in his ears that grows louder the further he pushes himself, and eventually John stops trying. Killian’s too focused on walking in a straight line to care what John has to say anyway. His arm throbs in time with his pulse and his heart aches, and he can’t tell if that’s an emotional pain from losing the love of his life or a real remnant of the Dark One’s attempt to rip out his heart. Finally the ship comes into view. Killian steps onto the deck, planting his feet firmly, forcing a smile at his relieved crew. But he knows his body is moments away from betraying him. He mumbles an excuse and quickly heads for his quarters. He barely makes it down the ladder and when he steps off onto the floor, Killian nearly collapses right there. It’s an effort to stagger the last few steps to the bed, and he barely avoids landing on his wounded arm when he flops onto the mattress. He hates being so weak.

Killian's not sure how long it's been before he feels recovered enough to rise. He must have lain there all night because shortly after the fog in his mind dissipates, John brings him food and water, and reminds him that it's time to change the bandages. Killian can’t bring himself to eat. He takes several mouthfuls of rum instead and his eyes dare John to say anything about it. John wisely keeps his mouth shut on the subject.

"Tommy had this made for you," John says instead, and he deposits what appears to be a pile of leather on the table before leaving Killian to his unpleasant task.

Carefully, Killian unwinds the bandages from his… he still catches himself thinking hand. But looking at the swollen, disfigured mess that is the end of his arm for the first time pushes that thought out of his mind. It’s obvious that Rumpelstiltskin’s magical healing had been carefully designed to keep him alive with no regard for anything else. A horrible cold feeling washes over Killian and he can barely hold his right hand steady as he pours some of the rum over his wound to stave off infection, the agony of it nearly more than he can take. There’ll be no leeches around here, just a waste of good rum. It’s a small price to pay. When the pain eases and Killian can see clearly again, he risks standing and examining the item John had left for him. It’s a leather sleeve of sorts designed to fit over the stump of his arm. It has a hole in the centre so Killian can attach a tool of his choice to it, in place of a hand, and straps to hold it firmly in place. He's seen several men with similar fashions. He never dreamed he'd wear one himself.

 Once he’s sure he can walk straight, Killian returns to the deck, wounded arm still tucked close to his side. It feels better though, now protected by the leather. The deck has been well scrubbed clean of his blood and… other things. Milah’s crushed heart, Killian’s cruel mind reminds him, ignoring the attempt he’d made to not think of that. But he slips easily back into his role as Captain, barking out orders and shortly they are heading out to sea. Preparing Milah’s body for her burial is a tricky thing with one hand, not helped by the fact that his one hand won’t stop shaking, but the crew has wisely and unanimously decided to leave him to it.

"I will avenge you, love," Killian murmurs to her, emotion choking his voice, "I promise."

Moments later her body is gone, committed to the sea. Killian straightens his back, clenches his jaw. The need for revenge burns in his soul and gives him strength. He knows exactly what he’s going to use in place of his left hand and where he’s going next. Neverland. He’s going to make sure he lives long enough to follow through with his threat of killing Rumpelstiltskin.

  Neverland's weather is settled, almost too warm but with a cool breeze that offsets the heat in the sun. Killian finds himself wondering if it does ever change, as he sits on a wooden crate on the Jolly Roger's deck and sharpens his hook. It was already quite sharp to begin with, but Killian wants it to be more so. He imagines how it will now slice into the crocodile’s chest even smoother than the last time and he feels a flicker of sadistic satisfaction just at the thought of it, although whether or not this is a weapon he can actually kill the Dark One with remains to be seen.

 Killian’s crew treats him differently now and Killian hates it. They didn’t question his decision to come to Neverland, at least not to his face. But he notices their whispers, their looks of sympathy, and he hates how they always rush to help him pull a rope or lift something heavy before he can even attempt to do it himself. And he really hates how he keeps forgetting that he doesn't have a left hand anymore, although he could swear he still feels it there at the end of his arm, and he'll hold out his "hand" for a crew member to pass him something, and when nothing happens, he will turn to them in confusion and a bit of frustration, and they'll be looking back at him with pity because he's reached out with his hook instead. And he will snatch the item out of their hands with his good hand (his only hand) and shout at them to bloody do something else, anything to stop them looking at him like he's broken. Like he's weak. Like he needs any help at all.

 Several hours later Killian finds himself regretting ever increasing the sharpness of the hook, as he sits at the table in his quarters with blood streaming down his cheek. He'd distractedly gone to scratch an itch there and once again forgot for a moment that his left hand was gone. He'd only remembered when he saw shiny metal coming for his face, but it was too late to stop the motion completely, only to lighten the intended touch. Otherwise the damage would have been a lot worse. With a growl of annoyance at his own stupidity, he grabs a clean kerchief from the drawer and presses it against his face. Killian feels like a damn fool. What will his crew think? They already see him as an invalid. No, Killian thinks, they'll never know the truth of this. Because he's a good liar, he knows, falsehoods always flowing easily from his tongue. The cut doesn't bleed much, thankfully, and when Killian looks in the mirror, he can tell it doesn't need stitching. Another thing to be thankful for because while he's sewed his own wounds before, trying to thread a needle with one hand could prove difficult. And that pulls his thoughts to the times where he'd stumble back onto his ship after a long night, sometimes bleeding, sometimes bruised, usually just tired but whatever his condition Milah would be there to piece him back together. Milah. The memory of her smile and her gentle touch on his skin washes over him like a wave of warmth and peace. But in a moment, Killian's traitorous mind decides to remind him of the last time he saw his love, shattering what little comfort he previously found in his thoughts of Milah. Killian's jaw clenches hard and he turns away from the mirror, taking several large gulps of rum to chase down the lump in his throat.

 When Killian finally returns to the deck, he's radiating such a dark fury that none of the crew dare to ask what happened to his face, so Killian doesn't get to spin a story. Although, the way he's feeling now, he'd likely make them walk the plank just for asking, so it's for the best. Killian’s terrible mood isn’t helped at all by the fact his hand, his missing left hand, keeps seizing up with imaginary cramps at all hours of the night. Killian assumes this secondary torment has been deliberately inflicted on him by Rumpelstiltskin’s magic to further his suffering. As if it’s not already enough that the crocodile killed Milah and crippled Killian. Killian spends many hours lying on his bed in the dark, face pressed hard into his pillow to muffle his groans and whimpers and curses, holding his aching arm close to his chest. It's all too much and Killian feels as though he may bloody well go mad with the anger consuming his soul, a raging fire that will burn him right down until there's nothing left, if he can't get it to simmer down. He stares out to sea, breathing in the salty air deeply, trying to calm himself. The sky and sea meet unhindered at the horizon, except for the spot where the island is. There’s still not a cloud to be seen. The wind feels warm now.

 END

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[mikasocks]

Katsuki bakugo dating a lovable s/o would include...

A/n: bitch... writers block is a bitch. Also, this isn’t cohesive at all ahah... oops.

Paring(s): Katsuki Bakugo x reader

Type/Warning(s): fluff, swearing 

Word Count: 1202

Definition: lov·a·ble/ˈləvəb(ə)l/ inspiring or deserving love or affection.

As of lately Katsuki had been acting.. well.. differently.

Less irritable and more distracted/distant— something was wrong with that bitch.

The bakusquad was gonna get to the bottom of this.

Their “plan?”

Stalking the boy all week.

This was quickly abandoned though, after bakugo had caught them everyday. 

running away was becoming tiresome for the four of them.

They decided to just look after him stalk him during class instead— watching him like a hawk.

They were just about to give up again until the last day of the week.

The final bell rang, as students hurriedly shuffled out of class. Kami, kiri, sero and Mina following suit, stopping to spy on bakugo outside the classroom doors.

bakugo had often been the last to leave nowadays— the bakusquad was about to figure out why.

As they peered over the door separating the hallway and classroom they saw it.

tilted back in his chair, bakugo was sat talking to you.

Y/n l/n the most lovable person in all of class 1-A. The prettiest little thing, with such a charismatic personality.

You sat right behind bakugo, deku I’m sorry we took your seat his head placed on your desk as your fingers brushed through his hair— bakugo swatting yours hands lazily.

You two were conversing whether or not to study in his room or yours.

The four stood dumbfounded

Like wtf, how did this feral ass bitch get a girlfriend like you? How did they not notice? When was he ever interested in girls? Poor kirishima?

You’re too good for this world and too good for bakugo. Oop.

At least that’s what class thought when they found out. Sero needs to tape kaminaris mouth shut

How in the hell could they just stand there and watch bakugo corrupt you

Nay nay they say

Everyone and I mean everyone tried to reason with you— Even All might questioned your choice. “ahh young l/n and young bakugo... young love... why young bakugo?”

“Idk y/n.. kacchan.. he’s kacchan. Just don’t get hurt. I know you can take care of yourself, but seriously.. it’s kacchan.”

“Y/n, I trust in your judgement...” “Todoroki thank you so much, everyone’s saying th—“ “let me finish” “oh.” “please, I need you to be careful. Remember last sports festival?” “Katsuki had a muzzle?” “Yes, Bitch had a muzzle.”

>.>

<.<

...

Anyways... you stood your ground, and after a while people learned to just let y’all be.

It is what it is

That didn’t mean they stopped keeping their eyes on bakugo though.

No, if you got hurt all the teachers and class 1-A would beat his ass.

Everyone loved you to bits.

Okayyyy now on to dating because this shit is getting too long

Katsuki was always careful with you, you could’ve had anyone and yet you chose him. He didn’t wanna mess this up.

first kiss was a trip, you both leaned in several times but kept getting interrupted, so Katsuki finally just stopped waiting for a right time and kissed you. 

let me tell you, he fell in love with kisses. 

he was always like “whats the hype?” but after his first one he realized he never wanted to stop kissing you. 

Cuddling was secretly his favorite, but don’t tell anyone unless you want them to get blown up.

Whenever he’d want cuddles he’d rather say “oi come here” Than the actual word.

“That’s such an embarrassing word y/n, I’m not saying that shit.”

he was a total softie around you, but only you. 

to him, yes his pride was important, but you were above it all. 

he had the privilege of loving you. 

One time you were making tea in the kitchen and he just happened to walk by, doing a double take he approached you to kiss your forehead and proceeded to just leave..

-.-

You brought out this side of him no one ever knew he had.

it was quite scary tbh, but nice. 

When Katsuki got angry all you had to do was place a hand on his thigh and he’d calm down immediately.

“Fuck off,” he’d mutter.

But legit he’d make no motion to remove your hand, instead he’d get up and lead you to his room to calm down further.

He’d always offer shove his credit card in front of yours to pay for your food/needs, making sure you were well taken care of was a top priority of his.

Soo when you get hurt, he’s always first to find out and carry you to recovery girl.

all the girls would constantly gush at his affection towards you.

“SHUT UP YOU FUCKING EXTRAS.” 

mina even has a picture of Baku giving you a piggy back ride at the beach.

“oi, raccoon eyes stop being a fucking stalker! now send me that shit!” 

its his lock screen... 

Cooking was fun :)

You’d sit on the counter and bakugo would stand between your legs, you’d try to kiss him and he’d move away laughing every time.

fucking bitch. 

He likes to braid your hair when its was just the two of you. (if it’s short he still tries)

 He just likes the way your shampoo smells.

Katsuki makes sure to bring you a water bottle everyday— you always forget and ask for his.

Not that he minds, he just fakes being annoyed. Ofc he’d let his girlfriend drink out of his water bottle. indirect kisses

The first time Katsuki brought you home his parents actually got so excited.

You genuinely changed their son and they couldn’t thank you enough.

They liked you even before they met you, now after seeing how polite and kind you were they loved you.

sometimes when mitsuki and Katsuki fought, Katsuki would try to bring you in to side with him.

Sike

You sided with mitsuki and scolded Katsuki instead, which earned a proud smile from his mother. 

You didn’t baby him and you kept him somewhat grounded, she really appreciated you.

katsuki just thought you were kissing his mom’s ass.

movie nights with bakugo were... something. He got bored every five seconds and just pushed your head up so he could kiss you, you didn’t really mind but like.. every five seconds? 

he adored pestering you, just to see your face that resembled this -.- ... so worth it. 

oh? were you studying? not anymore, now your on katsuki’s lap making out. 

oh? were you talking to deku? Yeah not anymore, you’re being pulled away and he’s screaming “fuck off deku.” 

oh? are you cold? yeah he turned the heater off so you'd cuddle him. 

yes he likes bugging you but he would rather see a smile on your gorgeous face.

-.- :) 

forcing a massage if you've had a really bad day.

calling you cute pet names that made you blush: baby, babe, angel, princess, dumbass, idiot, baka... wait

helping you study 

you guys were so cute and the class soon realized that you two deserved each other.

Bakugo knew he got lucky, and he’s forever grateful for you. 

Extra Prompts

 Shit Katsuki Says: 

“babe stop looking at my ass.”

“baka, dont be stupid. eat.” 

“why the fuck do my parents love you so much?” 

“yeah, whatever, I love you too I guess.” 

“ Oi, gimme a real fucking kiss women.” 

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