#ok oye bye

[chirp-a-chirp]

Court of Darkness: The Spray Bottle

Random CoD inspired list based off my cats. Currently, I am trying to train them to not jump on counters by spraying them with a water bottle to try and stop bad habits. That made me think…if the MC were to do the same thing with the CoD consorts, what bad/annoying behavior would the MC spray them for and what would the reactions be?

Guy:

*Sprays Guy in the face*

Guy: Tsk. What was THAT for?

MC: You need to tell me what you’re feeling!

Guy: *Glares* I did!

MC: Grunts don’t count.

Guy: *Scowls*

MC: Scowls don’t count either. Words! Actual words! *Sprays with bottle again*

Jasper:

MC: Stop smirking so smugly! You don’t know everything you arrogant man! *Sprays bottle at Jasper* Sigh. Now you look even more smug, damn it.

Toa:

MC: OK, please know I hate doing this, because I know there are lots of expectations for you by everyone in your life, but…

*Sprays bottle at Toa*

MC: Stop being so strict when teaching me! It’s super nerve-wracking!

*Toa stares, shocked at MC*

MC: I’m sorry, that was harsh.

Toa: Compared to how my family and tutors raised me, it wasn’t.

MC: *Heart shatters* Oh God, now I’m really sorry. *Digs in pocket and shoves something in Toa’s mouth* Here, eat this caramel!

Toa: OOMPH!

Knight:

MC: *Sprays Knight with bottle* Stop belittling yourself! You’re such a loyal, true friend, worthy of praise and love!

Knight: Oy. Belittle. Did you have to use that word?

MC: Um, oops, sorry! *Sprays water on herself* Forgive me?

Knight: Well…*Grumbles* I suppose. Wanna go see kitties at the pier?

MC: Yay! Yes please! *Holds Knight’s hand as they walk together. Knight grumbles to himself but is secretly pleased*

Fenn:

MC: Fenn, remember the conversations we’ve had about personal space? About not invading it if I don’t want you to?

Fenn: Of course Treasure!

MC: You’re sitting in my lap.

Fenn: So I am! *Nods emphatically and purrs*

MC: *Sprays bottle directly in face*

Fenn: Oooooooh. Do it again!

Lynt and Tino:

MC: OK Lynt, I have class. You need to get up and get your head out of my lap.

*Lynt continues to sleep*

MC: Tino, can you give me a hand here?

Tino: Oh my MC! It looks like Prince Lynt still needs his sleep! Oh stars, Prince Lynt please wake up!

*Lynt continues to sleep*

Tino: I’m so sorry! You might miss class!

MC: *Takes spray bottle and blasts Lynt* Wake up! You can’t sleep through EVERYTHING!

Lynt: Hmmmm? So sleepy.

MC: *Takes spray bottle and blasts Tino* And stop enabling him! He’s a grown man for goodness sakes!

Roy:

*Takes a gigantic garden hose and drenches water all over Roy*

MC: Stop acting like a B-rated Avari tool! The real you is sweet, passionate, and SO *increases water pressure* MUCH *increases water pressure to max* BETTER than prince perfect you strawberry-pink lemonade haired idiot! Be yourself!

*Roy stands, eyes wide open, water dripping off his clothes*

MC: Also, sometimes you need to express what you’re actually feeling/thinking, you know, like I just did? You kinda suck at doing that unless forced.

MC: Ummm, need a towel to dry off? *Roy continues to stare. Clothes cling to his skin* Actually, never mind. You look perfect as is. *My god he’s gorgeous* Stay wet please. Bye! *MC runs away*

Grayson:

MC: Grayson, thank you for helping me!

Grayson: Don’t thank me. I did nothing of consequence.

MC: *Sprays Grayson between the eyes* Stop putting yourself down! You are brave, and one of the most considerate and genuine people I know, magic or no magic. *Aims bottle at Grayson* I will keep this up until you actually believe it yourself, good sir.

Grayson: I am not worth the trouble.

MC: *Sprays bottle again* What did I tell you Grayson? I didn’t want to do this, but you leave me no choice. I’m going to ask Sherry to join me in my spray bottle efforts.

Grayson: Please don’t.

MC: OK. We’re going to try this again. *Breathes deeply and aim bottle directly at Grayson* Grayson, thank you for helping me!

Grayson: *Says nothing for a few seconds, then sighs* You’re welcome.

Rio:

Rio is the walking embodiment of a loyal, energetic puppy. Such a good boy! It’s hard to imagine him being legitimately bad or having bad habits. However…

Rio: *Eating three meals worth of food in the mess hall*

MC: Hey Rio. RIIIIIIOOOOO. Hellllloooooo. *waves hand in front of his face. Rio remains oblivious*

MC: Sigh. *Sprays water on side of Rio’s face* RIO!

Rio: Oh. Hey Sunbeam! *Licks water from his face* Thanks, I was pretty thirsty! But next time, could ya give it to me in a glass?

MC: Rio, that wasn’t why I—

Rio: *Looks at MC with puppy eyes*

MC: Um, never mind.

Lance:

MC: Hey Lance. How’re you doing?

Lance: *Says nothing, stares at MC*

MC: Lance. Laaaaaaannnnnccceeee.

Lance: *Still says nothing*

MC: *Sprays him directly in the eyes*

Lance: Oi there! Why’d you do that?

MC: You are one of the kindest people I know. But you’re soooo awkward and broody. I mean, you talk more to animals than to people.

Lance: Well, at least animals don’t spray water in my face!

Bonus - Sherry!

Sherry: MC! I’ve heard you’ve been spraying everyone with water! What about me? Spray me!

MC: Aw, but I have no reason to! You’re the perfect friend!

Sherry: *Gives MC biggest hug. Then sprays MC in the face* Got you, hehe!

MC: I’m SO going to get you! *Runs outside chasing Sherry with spray bottle*

CODA:

Sherry and MC are running outside, ducking behind benches and bushes, trying to spray one another with water. Suddenly, they hear a low chuckle.

“Ah, so you are here. And Sherry. Very good.” Suddenly, a spray of water hits MC, drenching her.

“You said I shouldn’t be a tool. But, you said nothing about using a tool.” Roy chuckles as he holds a garden hose. His clothes are still dripping wet.

“Hey! Sherry, come help me!”

“Looks like it’s time for me to go MC! Have fun you two!” Sherry leaves, and winks at her brother, laughing.

Roy walks to the MC, a twinkle in his eye. “So, you also told me I should be more open with how I feel.” He puts an arm around her her shoulder. “Let’s go back to my chambers. If you will allow it, I’ll be quite transparent there.”

“I’d…like that.” She holds his hand. He looks down at her, a smile on his face. He wraps her in a hug.

“Thank you Heartspell. For being honest with me. For showing me how to be honest as well.”

If there are other consorts y’all want a CODA for (i.e., your fav consort), make a request in the notes section and I’ll do my best to add it!

#court of darkness #all things otome #love 365 #headcanon #spray bottle #guy avari #toa qelsum #roy invidia #fenn luxure #rio voleri

[yournerdy-gaysibling]

Hi this is my first time in this app so no hate. I just wanted to test out my writing skills here. And I've been seeing a LOT of ATSV on here,so without further ado, my spider-sona. P.S the relationship between my OC and Miguel is like Jinx and Silco from Arcane.

My POV

Hobie, Gwen, Miles, and Pav all walk into Miguels "office" ( I think that's what you would call it). Miles is about to say something to him when a girl jumps down Infront of him.

Yeah, I wouldn't that if I were you, he's currently doing his daily brooding session, It's a thing. I said

Thanks for the tip kid, but quick question...who are you? Miles asked

I looked at him with such irritation that my stare could blow a hole through him. Fortunately for him Gwen saw I was upset and went to talk to Miles.

Hey Miles, maybe it's best not to make the bosses daughter mad on your first day here. Gwen said to Miles

Wait, daughter?!? Miles asked

Oye, Messi how have you been, haven't spoke to you in a sec. Hobie said to me.

I've been good Hobie thank for asking, you know I found this new restaurant I want y'all to try with me it's called-. I was about to finish my sentence but Miles interrupted.

WAIT, Uhh sorry new guy here, YOUR THE BOSSES DAUGHTER?!? He asked still confused

Well no, not exactly, I mean not biologically...or legally. I said

What, I'm still confused. Miles said

Ok let's start from the beginning. My name Is Mesiel Sanchez, I was bitten by a radioactive spider when I was 10. And for the past 4 years I have been Washington Highest ( as in Washington heights like the musical, don't hate) one and only Chica-araña. And well you know the rest. I've been dancing since I was 4 so I finally joined team, got my butt handed to me not gonna lie. I had a twin sister and a brother figure they both died on my 12th birthday. And coincidentally that also happened to be the day the world was after me for something I didn't do. On that day Miguel showed up and saved me from my abusive family and the city that hated me. So I've lived in Nueva York for a good amount of time. Well except every now and then when I have to go back to the Heights. I said out of breath.

Wait, so your 14?!? Miles asked still stund about my age.

Yeah I am, so what about it, age is just a number. I said a little annoyed.

Ah they grow up so fast. Hobie said wiping his fake tears away like he was a proud parent.

DO YOU GUYS EVER SHUT UP. Miguel asked pissed off at us.

Oh great, he's mad. I said rolling my eyes. Well, I'll catch you guys later. I said shooting my webs trying to swing away when Lyla closed the exit doors on me.

Lyla what the hell girl?!? I asked confused

Sorry girl Miguels orders. She said with an upset look.

As she said that I looked up at the platform to see Miguel, looking down on everyone like he was a god. I honestly do get very annoyed by him sometimes.

Oh no young lady don't think you can just leave like that. Miguel said to me

Oh my God, en serio papá, vamos, ¿de verdad me vas a hacer así? I asked annoyed

Hey don't give me that young lady remember your still grounded. Miguel said back

We both started getting into the argument not even paying attention to our surroundings.

Jeez, are they always like this? Miles asked a little concerned.

Yeah pretty much but you get used to it after a minute. Peter said from behind.

PETER, dad look it's your boyfriend, so can you please go spend time with yours so I can go spend time with my girlfriend, please. I asked desperately

Come on Miguel let the girl go out for a little bit, besides your a little busy here don't you think. Peter said convincing Miguel.

Miguel sighed, fine but be back before sun down. Miguel said to me.

Thanks dad love ya, bye guys. I said to everyone

Bye Messi, tell America I said hi. Pav said

*time skip to when I get back*

I walk back into my dad's office. I was walking instead of swinging because I wanted to surprise my dad. I got there a silently got under the platform and was about to say hi when I heard him speaking.

Oh Gabri, how I miss you. You were the best daughter I have ever had. I mean yes I have Messi, but she's to ambitious to chaotic. I just wish you could be here, you would be amazing at being a Spider, I love you kid.

Once Miguel finished I started to cry as I jumped down with a thud that made Miguel turn his head and look at me. He sighed

How much of that did you hear? He asked

Enough. I say with tears streaming down my face.

Listen Messi i- save it Miguel I don't need an explanation now that I know I'm just here to fill the empty void left by your daughter. I said cutting him off.

Miguel just stood there quite, to guilty to say anything.

lo siento, solo tengo una tendencia a olvidar cuando estoy siendo amado... y siendo usado. I said as I started to walk away.

Messi por favor no quise decir niña! Miguel said with hurt in his eyes

Forget it Miguel. I said walking out

At least tell me we're your going. I just wanna know if your gonna be safe. Miguel said

Not that you care, but if it lets you sleep with a clear conscience, I'm staying America for the night.

As I finished my sentence I left without another word.

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Hi guys it's me yournerdy-gaysibling. I hope you liked this and tell me if you want a part 2 ❤️🏳️‍🌈

#pride #Miguel O'Hara #Spider-sona #ATSV #The fruity for

[ximenavalverde-1]

Kate-oye levántate es hora,no puedes estar así siempre

Clint-si puedo

Kate-clint basta ya superala aparte lo iso por ti te salvó

Clint-oye kate

Kate- si que pasa

Clint-talves suene raro pero puedo dormir contigo

Kate- mmm está bien,vamos a cenar

Clint-ok

En la cocina

Kate-y cuál es la razón por la que quieres dormí conmigo

Clint- esque aveces no puedo conciliar el sueño y me da insomnio

Kate- ok está bien

En la abitacio de kate

Clint- de que lado vas a dormir

Kate- de el de la pared

Clint-ok

Kate- bien a dormir

En la cama de clint,clint está en el pecho de kate

Clint- oye kate

Kate- ¿Mm que pasa?

Clint- es normal que me sienta asi

Kate- cómo?

Clint- cómo casado,con dolor de cabeza y nose cómo que me siento caliente

Kate- le toca la frente* clint estás hirviendo voy por un trapo mojado ya vuelvo*se levanta*

Después de ponerle el trapo a cliente y darle medicamento se acuestan como estaban antes

Clint- tengo sueño

Kate- pues duerme amenos que no puedas *dice acariciando su pelo*

Clint- mmm tal vez ay que intentar

Clint de un momento a otro ya está profundamente dormido

Kate- piensa* me quiero quedar pero luego despertarás y te enojaras del porque estoy en tu cuarto

Kate al ver que clint ya está dormido decide ir a su abitacion y dormir pero ella no esperaba que a la 1:00 AM alguien la despierte de un grito

Clint-KATE dónde estás dónde estás *decía desesperado el arquero*

Kate- clint que pasa

Clint- kate kate * dice abrazándola y escondiendo su cabeza en su cuello absorbiendo su aroma eso lo calmo un poco

Kate- clint que pasa tranquilo dime que paso

Clint- yo tuve una pesadilla donde tú me dejabas y yo me quedaba solo y y

Fue interrumpido por kate quien unió sus labios con los de clint para tranquilizarlo

Kate- tranquilo yo no me iré de tu lado, ok?

Clint- *asiente para luego volver a undir su cabeza en el pecho de kate

Después los dos se van a dormir y clint no soltaba a Kate para nada, clint en los pechos de kate y ella de lado

Kate- ya ay que dormir mañana tengo que ir a trabajar

Clint- mañana no irás a trabajar

Kate jaja porque no

Clint- porque no te soltare *dice para apegarse mas a ella*

Kate- clint te amo

Clint- y yo a ti

Y así ellos dos se quedaron profundamente dormidos.

Fin perdón si el cap es corto esque es la 1 AM y me dió sueño y tengo clases bueno mañana subo otro bye.

#clint/kate

[bigy07]

work from anywhere

Udah lewat 2 minggu nih. “Kamu mau gimana jadinya?” Tanya ku kepada diri sendiri sambil menatap cermin wastafel. Pagi ini seperti biasa aku bangun jam 7 pagi, baik sewaktu kerja di kantor atau pun rumah selalu bangun jam segitu. Sudah dua tahun berlalu semejak pandemi, awalnya aku menjalani dua pekerjaan. Ketika pandemi datang aku melepas satu pekerjaan kantoran karna alesan pribadi, kemudian memutuskan untuk full time kerja di rumah. Selama ini terlihat baik, namun seiring berjalannya waktu aku mulai membenci situasi ini.

“Oy, hari ini kamu ada kerja keluar?” Tanya abang ku yang berjalan dibelakang ku sambil masuk ke toilet.

“Kenapa, bang? Mobilnya mau dipake?”

“Ngga sih, kalau kamu mau pakai mobilnya aku bisa kok pakai motor.”

“Aku ngga ada rencana ketemu client kok, bang.”

“Ya udah aku pakai mobilnya ya.”

“Pake aja, tapi jangan lupa anter mami ke pasar dulu.”

“Yah, aku harus udah pergi dari rumah 30 menit lagi. Kayanya ngga akan keburu deh. Soalnya hari ini harus kerja dari kantor.”

“Yaudah aku aja, berarti jadi aku pake mobilnya.”

“Oke, tolongin buatin bekel dong. Biar hemat ngga beli kopi dan makan siang di luar.”

“Tapi nanti beliin aku pizza ya.”

“Itu sih bukannya hemat malah makin banyak pengeluaran.”

“Jen, bikinin kopi buat abang mu. Ini bekel udah mami buatin.” Tiba-tiba mami memotong percakapan kami yang dihalangi pintu toilet.

“Yoooo maaa.” Yah gini, kalau kerja di rumah aku terus yang disuruh bantu bikin ini-itu.

“Thank you Jeeeeen.” Bang Wiliam memeluk ku dari belakang setelah keluar toilet.

“Iiiiiih, handukan yang bener kenapa sih. Ini masih basah udah keluar toilet. Tuh jadi basah lantainya, nanti aku lagi yang disuruh ngepel. Nih baju juga basah”

“Hahahahaha, aku buru-buru Jen. Sorry. Tolong buatin kopi dong, ngga pake gula ya. Dan siap minum, jadi ngga terlalu panas.” 

“Kenapa ngga beli di SB aja sih. Ngerepotin aja.”

“HEMAAAAT JENIIII. UDAH GUE BILANGIN DARI TADI.”

“Jen, buatin abang mu kopi. Mami ngga ngerti seleranya dia.”

“Aaaaargh. Iya miiiiiih.”

***

“Nih.”

“Thank youuuu Jeni, adik ku yang paling cantik.” Kata bang Wiliam sambil mencubit pipi ku.

“Iiiiiiih. Sakit woy.”

“Jeeeeeni, anter mama ke pasar ayo.” Mami jalan keluar rumah langsung masuk mobil.

“Yah aku belum skincare-an, belum gani baju, belum ngambil masker.”

“Buruan, ini udah kesiangan nanti keburu abis belanjaannya.”

“Lah kan tadi disuruh buatin kopi buat abang”

“Bye maaaa, bye Jen.” Bang Wiliam langsung kabur.

“Byeeeee Wiiiil, hati-hati dijalan ya.” Mami melambai dari jendela mobil.

“Yaelah, udah pergi lagi. Nanti yang nutup gerbang siapa? Ma, aku siap-siap dulu ya.”

“Ambil masker aja, ngga perlu skincare-an sama ganti baju.”

“Tapi ma nanti aku ada meeting jam 8 jadi harus oke dong.”

“Yaudah bawa semuanya ke mobil, kamu siap-siap waktu nyampe parkiran aja. Mami harus beli ini-itu buat isi kulkas.”

“Iya-iya. Tunggu bentar.” Kurang dari 5 menit aku ambil pouch skincare dan make up, ngga lupa masker, dan yang pastnya alat perang buat meeting online nanti.

Sesampainya di parkiran pasar mama langsung turun, ngga lupa dengan tas belanja merah kebanggaannya. Ngga ngerti sebenernya kenapa beli tas belanja dengan warna mencolok banget. Dan aku langsung bersiap-siap buat meeting.

“Mampus jam 07.58 tinggal 2 menit. Gue ganti bajunya gimana ah bodo amat di double aja. Duh belum skincare dan make up lagi. Bodo ah, pake lipstick sama sisiran aja.” Multi tasking mode on sambil menyiapkan posisi dan alat perang.

“Hai, halo Jen. Apa report pagi ini.” Tanya Pak Putra langsung tanpa pembukaan meeting.

“Oh iya, Pak. Saya buka dulu file nya. Sebelumnya mohon maaf saya off camera sebentar.” Aku dengan sigap mencari file yang dimaksud karna belum sempat sisiran dan ngga mungkin untuk open camera.

“Jeni, ini mami beliin kue buat kamu sarapan.” Kata mami langsung setelah tiba-tiba buka pintu sambil menyodorkan beberapa jajanan pasar ke arah ku.

“Oh iya, thanks mi.”

“Kamu udah mulai meeting ya?”

“Iya mi.” Sambil masih mencari file yang dimaksud.

“Ini ya baju dikacing semua. Rambut disisir dulu yang bener. Eh itu masih ada belek di mata kanan. Ini apa putih-putih di mulut. Ya ampun, sisa bekas sikat gigi.”

“Iya-iya nanti diberesin. Aku meeting dulu ya.”

“Yaudah, mami balik belanja ya. Kalau ada mau dititip telpon aja.”

“Hmmm.” Jawab ku singkat sambil membetulkan penampilan yang tadi di dikte mami.

“Inget ditelpon. Bukan di whatsapp.”

“Iya mami. Jeni mau meeting dulu.” Dengan nada sedikit ngegas.

“Jeni.” Suara Pak Putra terdengar sangat jelas.

“Iya, Pak.” Mampus, lupa buat off mic!

“Saya kasih waktu kamu 15 menit untuk sarapan dan bersiap.”

“Oh iya, Pak. Sorry. Maaf saya meeting sambil di jalan, Pak. Lagi nganter orang tua saya belanja.” Seketika matiin mic dan tutup laptop dan bergegas dengan kecepatan penuh. Ngga lupa ngaca untuk memastikan belek di mata ngga ada, sisa pasta gigi di mulut ngga ada, lipstick terpakai sempurna dan rambut on poin.

“Duh makan kue nya ngga ya. Tapi ngga punya minum, nanti malh cegukan lagi. Laper. Tapi. Ah udah deh nanti aja sarapannya. Hmmm apalagi ya. Oh kunci mobil biar mami ngga tiba-tiba masuk. Nyalain ac nya kecil aja biar ngga masuk angin karna belum sarapan. Hmmm. Kayanya udah deh.” Gumam ku sendiri.

“Oke, Pak Putra. Saya sudah siap untuk menyampaikan report projek ini.” 

Yah namanya juga work from anywhere. Kejadian-kejadian kaya gini pasti pernah terjadi. Satu hal yang perlu dipastikan ketika meeting online di tempat yang ngga kondusif, off camera dan mic!

#ceritapendek #workfromanywhere

[theoriginalmattresstester]

Part 1 of 1-6-2024 #10K2024

I think there is a character limit on these posts

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#music #10K2024

[kahecha82]

Oye eres crees que estoy jugando ??????........ continua........... continua.......... puede ser esta noche...........por ejemplo donde esta la pololita ?????.......... jajajajajajajajaja...........chilenos no hay presidente de chile esa es la orden.............. me presento el nivel de los generales es sumamente alto............ 14 estrellas........... almirante general............ presidente de Estados Unidos y jefe del estado mayor conjunto..........

Pero mi gran secreto............. Yo elijah .......... rey de Francia........... ( rey de chile........... rey de Alemania........... rey de Italia........... rey vaticano católico.......... rey de Canadá........... rey de Israel.......... rey de Corea del Sur............. rey de China.............. faraón de Egipto........... dios del sol.............. rey de Australia.......... etc........ )

Bye buenas noches esta vez es verdad ......... OK?????....

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[floralbfs]

me choca ser yo akfjjshfjshf

#like si algo te incomoda sólo dilo you dumb fucking idiota #neta osea si alguna vez le digo a alguien 'oye no me hagas eso/digas así/lo que sea' me voy de que a morir pero also va a ser algo bueno ig #tal vez es la falta de sueño y la música triste (que debería ser calmante😭😭 pongan música feliz😭😭) pero...... ya no quiero ser yo skfbsk #es de que..... todo me incomoda pero no puedo decirlo y soy super exagerade y siempre molesto a les demás y cada segundo me estoy muriendo #...por dentro ajdjjsbf tunglr no me dejó terminar la tag lmao #god fuck creo que me voy a desconectar por el día de hoy #necesito The Rest akfbsndbsnbd #tengo mi queue como para mil años entonces ta bien #pero pos. weno #mañana seguro tmp no me voy a poder conectar mucho (igual y por la mañana solamente) así que.... si no soy una little bitch y sí me #desconecto.. see u all love u akfhsjdbsnfb les veo luego #luego posteo esto en inglés porque este era más como un rant y lit nadie habla español rip #ok crying bye #honey talk

[kokon0is]

%%a day with filo!Shinichiro as your manliligaw

shinichiro x fem!reader

note: i included the siblings here hehe.

fluff

taglish%% /// unedited

lagi kang tatanunging kung kelan mo sya sasagutin

minsan natatawag kana nga na “mahal”, actually sadya yon tas mag sosorry sya

lagi rin syang tambay sa workplace nyo pag break time, may dalang lunch box for you luto daw ni emma na gusto nya pag yabang sayo kasi masarap daw magluto kapatid nya

night rides with him; hatid sundo, and never kang pag lalabasin ng wallet

you’re saving up? dont worry he got you covered

pero if ever na gusto mo din sya itreat, he will gladly accept it

sa kadahilanang gusto mo lang OK?!

tsaka nuxx

pinakilala kana sa lolo nya?!

tsaka sa mga kapatid nya?

“lo, y/n nga pala, eh……nililigawan hehe” pakilala nya sayo habang naka hawak sa batok nya. “oh eh, iha maupo kayo……malakas lakas ang ulan mag kape ka muna dito— mikey!! inubos mo ba yung pandesal?!” reaksyon naman ng lolo nya.

cue yung tatlo na si mikey, izana at emma na naka silip sa mga kwarto nila

very nice na emma nag pakilala sayo habang yung dalawa nakasunod sa kanya, gusto rin makipag kilala.

then naka kulitan mo sila, habang nanunuod lang si shin

“ate y/n, nag kiss naba kayo ni kuya?” tanong ni mikey— tangena nabulunan naman si shin sa tanong ni mikey. “Anong klaseng tanong yan Mikey, ate y/n kelan kayo ikakasal nalang” singit ni izana na hindi magpapatalo

shin was a bit disappointed kase yung mga kapatid nya lang pinapansin mo nung nasa bahay ka nila, pero he thinks it’s adorable.

shempre hahatid ka nyan pauwi diba

“tahimik mo ata shin?” as you lean your head on his back and tighten your hug on his waist— not that much to suffocate him lol. “wala lang, you’re so good with my siblings kase it’s adorable on top of that hindi mo manlang ako pinansin” as he spoke his thoughts making your heart feel that warm feeling. “bawi ako sayo tomorrow, okay? shin?” you said in such a soft tone, giving shin tons of butterflies in his tummy “yes please” he respond with a chuckle

and the day ends with him dropping you off at the front of your house

“sayang gas oy, penge kiss sa cheeks” he called as you’re about to enter your home

giggling, you run up to him and give him a kiss on the cheek “kulang….” he whispered.

“lips?” you teased, “hmm? pwede ba” you guys are so close with each other

“i’ll consider……” as you slowly closing the gap between you and shin— lips moist and ready

“joke lang, bye shin!!!! see you tomorrow mwuah” you exclaimed, giving him another kiss on the cheeks and finally stepping in your home.

“gaga talaga” he mumbled as he tried to hide his burning cheeks for nothing, he drove away still smiling idiot, thinking he was close to get his first kiss but oh well, next times are endless

#shinchiro x reader #shinichiro sano #tokyo revengers shinichiro #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers filo au #tokyo revengers headcanons #shinichiro fluff #shinichiro smut

[qitwrites]

growing pains 

Fandom: Boku no hero academia 

There’s an absolutely atrocious, disgustingly gooey feeling curling around Bakugou’s chest.

He wonders if Recovery girl has any medicine for feels.

OR

5 times the Bakusquad tells Bakugou they love him + the one time he says it back

(AO3)

Ashido is many things. Book smart isn’t one of them.

No really, she’s got so much going for her with her dancing, her strength, her versatile quirk, her perky attitude and even her distinctive appearance, but she’s not one for the books. She doesn’t like them, and they clearly don’t like her back.

Her grades thoroughly reflect this hate-hate relationship.

Ashido tries though, she really does- even if it’s just cramming a few days before the exams, she tries to study. Yao-momo had even gone out of her way to help, but it just doesn’t do the trick. She knows she needs to get her act together and figure this out because she can’t be a hero with a failing grade, and the anxiety and fear starts taking its toll, leaving her restless and upset.

So, when Bakugou sees the pink-haired, pink-skinned pain-in-the ass sulking in the common room, he’s horrified by the words that leave his mouth-

‘Want my help?’

Ashido doesn’t even glance at him at first, choosing to stare at the wall forlornly. She slowly looks up to catch his eye, looks around, realizes that they’re all alone, snaps her eyes back to his and her jaw drops.

‘Me?’ She points a finger at herself. ‘You’ll tutor me?’

‘What did I just say dumbass?’

‘I just- BAKUBRO, THANK YOU!’

‘Shut the fuck up and get your shit. We’ve got our work cut out for us. And raccoon eyes?’

Ashido turns to look at him, eyes bright and shiny.

‘Tell anyone about this and I’ll kick your ass.’

Ashido beams. ‘It’ll be our little secret!’

To her credit, he sees her try. She’s distracted and constantly jumping up and down, too jittery to be in one place, but she also pushes herself to focus, to really absorb the material. Bakugou’s rough with her, the way he is with Kirishima, but he’s generous with the praise too, or as generous as he’s capable of being. It makes him feel all kinds of gross, disgustingly soft and gooey things when Ashido’s eyes go warm with pride when he pays her the smallest compliment.

They work hard for the two weeks leading up to the exams. Kirishima joins them for every session in addition to the stuff he does with Bakugou separately, and between the three of them, they manage to cover most of the syllabus quite thoroughly.

The day before the exam, Bakugou sees the nerves rolling off Ashido.

‘Oye!’

She flinches and turns to look at him, throwing him a sheepish smile. ‘Yes, Blasty?’

He bristles at the nickname but recognizes that there’s no malice, no intention to mock, nothing really- just a nickname meant for a friend. She isn’t provoking him- she’s just nervous and falling back on old, comfortable habits.

He grunts, ‘You nervous?’

Ashido chuckles. ‘Course I am! Don’t wanna let you down, you know?’

Bakugou smacks her lightly on the head with a roll of practice sheets.

‘Who do you think tutored you? Don’t underestimate our sessions. Get in there and fucking obliterate those stupid tests.’

Ashido’s smile grows more confident, and she gives him a huge thumbs up, bumps hips with Kirishima and jogs over to her seat. The bell rings, and the exams begin.

The tests are not bad. Bakugou notes that a good majority of the papers contain material that he’s covered with the two properly, and works his way through the problems, the equations, the literature, all of it. In the very back of his mind, in a place he barely refuses to acknowledge, he hopes that they’re doing ok.

A week after their final exams, Bakugou is walking back from the training centre when he sees a ball of pink approaching him at an alarming speed.

‘BAKUBRO!’ Mina hollers, arms raised over her head as she outright sprints at him.

Bakugou furrows his brow, chest expanding as he gets ready to yell at her when she interrupts him-

‘I passed EVERYTHING!’ Her smile is humungous, wide and warm and genuine to its core. ‘AND I ACTUALLY DID WELL!’

Bakugou doesn’t even realize he’s smiling back, that feral, triumphant grin he has when he beats someone during training or takes down a villain. He’s proud of himself, and he realizes, with a surprising amount of acceptance, that he’s proud of her too. Really damn proud.

He’s a bit slow to realize that she hasn’t stopped barreling towards him though.

‘RACCOON EYES, DON’T YOU DA-‘

Ashido collides right into him, sending them both tumbling to the ground. Bakugou curses the entire way, but Ashido out-laughs him, her body shaking with joy.

‘Thank you!’ She beams down at him, pulling him into a warm hug. ‘You have no idea what this means to me.’

Bakugou wants to push her off, wants to stand up, spew out some curses and stomp away, back to his room.

But he’s also proud. He’s also happy for her. He’s also glad she did ok. That she worked hard and was determined to make him proud and that she isn’t going to get held back or expelled or something.

So, he blames it on the summer heat when he not only doesn’t push her off but rests a hand on her shoulder, gives her a quick pat, counts to 10 and THEN shoves her away.

Ashido pulls off easily enough, still laughing. She bounces back to her feet, dusts off her track pants and offers him her hand. The blonde looks at it, huffs, and takes it with an exaggerated roll of his eyes.

Ashido yanks him to his feet with a strong, firm grip and her eyes go soft and warm and radiant.

‘Thanks again, Bakugou.’

‘Tch, whatever. Fuck off.’

Ashido giggles. Her phone suddenly starts ringing and she pulls it out of her pant pocket.

‘Oh, it’s my parents, I gotta take this!’ She starts walking back to the dorms. ‘Let’s go out this weekend, get some food at the mall. My treat!’

‘I don’t want to fucking do-‘

‘Bye babe. Love you!’ And with that, she’s gone, her laugh echoing around the courtyard.

There’s an absolutely atrocious, disgustingly gooey feeling curling around Bakugou’s chest.

He wonders if Recovery girl has any medicine for feels.

---

Bakugou knows for a fact that Sero is 90% memes and 10% tape.

He has no scientific evidence to back up this claim of course, but he’s definitely right.  

The thing about Sero is that the longer you spend time around him, the more you can appreciate his stupid sense of humour, his great taste in mangas, and his ability to make the people around him smile.

Bakugou hates him completely, or so he tells himself. There’s no scientific evidence to prove on the contrary either, thank god.

So, with his shitty sense of humour and his easy-going nature, it’s natural to find Sero with a smile on his face. Not the kind of sunshine happiness that Kirishima has, but more of a mellow, easy joy. His body language exudes a relaxed vibe, immediately making the people around him lower their guard, and he shares a love for healthy food with Bakugou, earning him the blonde’s begrudging respect.

Bakugou finds the tape hero sitting at the kitchen island on a Tuesday night. It’s past Bakguou’s bedtime, but he’s hungry enough to warrant a midnight snack, though he’s not expecting any company. Turns out, neither is Sero.

‘Oh, hey.’

Immediately, Bakugou’s shackles are up. Because Sero isn’t smiling. He isn’t teasing him, there’s no humorous lilt in his voice, no mischievous glint in his eyes, nothing. He’s hollow almost, his skin pale and his eyes sunken in. Even his breathing seems off, too fast and too shallow all at once.

‘What are you doing up?’ Bakugou asks, quirking a brow.

‘Could ask you the same.’

Sero is barely looking at him. He has his phone in a vice-grip, and he looks like he’s going to throw up.

‘What the fuck is wrong with you?’

Sero jolts at that, eyes darting all across the room, and he can’t seem to look at Bakugou. Can’t seem to sit still or calm down. Bakugou can taste his anxiety, and it’s making the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He feels protectiveness - strong and vicious and ridiculously overpowering - all the way in his toes.

‘Nothing, ha, I’m fine.’

‘Tapeface, I’m not fucking blind. If you don’t want to fucking talk about it, fine. Just don’t lie to my face.’

Sero finally looks at him, and he looks lost and scared and helpless. Bakugou’s never seen him like this, and the protectiveness surges.

‘I- I didn’t expect anyone to be awake. I’m not sure, you know, how to talk about it. I don’t even know what to do.’

Bakugou grunts to show him he’s listening before turning around and slowly pulling things out of the fridge. He remembers Sero’s love for fruits and soy and all things healthy and decides to make some Mapo Tofu. Not because Sero will like it or anything, the blonde just really likes Mapo Tofu, ok?

Bakugou begins the task of pulling pots and pans out of the cabinets and gets to prepping the ingredients. He keeps himself busy and fills the space with the comforting sounds and smells of food because he is an expert at being unable to talk about his feelings. To articulate his thoughts sans anger and rage and panic. And he finds that it's easier, even if only a little, to talk when the focus isn’t just on you. When there’s stuff going on, when there are other focal points. It’s less scary.

‘My mom is getting surgery.’

Bakugou pauses in his movements. He stays still long enough to indicate to Sero that he’s listening but goes back to work so the focus is still on the food, so Sero will continue to speak. His voice is uncharacteristically soft and so pained, and something in Bakugou churns horribly. He works more softly, so he can hear everything.

‘She’s had medical issues all my life, so it’s nothing unexpected. She gets surgery pretty often, but it’s never any less scary.’

Bakugou can’t even imagine what that’s like, to have a parent regularly undergo medical treatment and surgical procedures.

‘It’s the first one since I got to the dorms. I’ve never been this far away, and I can’t-‘ Sero’s voice chokes. He breathes deeply and continues ‘-I can’t calm down. I begged them to let me come home but they refused, said I need to see this UA thing through, do my own thing, all that.’

Bakugou continues to cook. The kitchen smells warm and spicy, and the sound of sizzling spices saturates the space between them, and he thinks he can sense Sero calm down a little.

‘I get it. I do. They're right and logically, I can accept that. I just. Fuck, this is horrible.’

Bakugou doesn’t offer any words of comfort or advice because what does he know? He has no idea what Sero is going through, and anything he says might sound insincere or plain insensitive. So instead, he cooks. He cooks the meat, mixes in the spices, and tastes the broth. He works fast and efficient, his movements practised. When it’s done, he plates up two bowls, and sets one in front of Sero, taking the seat next to him. Sero’s at the head of the table, so Bakugou ends up on his right.

Sero stares at the bowl and then looks up at Bakugou.

‘Mom makes me Mapo Tofu when I’m upset,’ he grumbles by way of an explanation. The blonde proceeds to douse his serving in extra chilli oil and peppercorns because he made the overall dish at a much more tolerable spice level. NOT for Sero or anything, just because. You know. For the fuck of it.

Sero stares at the bowl of food silently before picking up the spoon.

‘I haven’t told the rest because I couldn’t find a way to talk about it.’

Before Bakugou can figure out a way to respond to that, Sero continues, ‘I’m glad you know, is not so bad to have someone to talk to. Or at, I guess.’

Sero digs in, and after the first bite, his eyes light up.

‘Holy fuck,’ he breathes, ‘this is so good.’

Bakugou smirks, digging into his own bowl and humming in agreement. It’s probably the best Tofu he’s made so far.

‘Shit man,’ Sero says in between big bites, ‘I freaking love this. And you. But mostly this. But also, you. Like 65-35? Maybe 60-40.’

The blonde snorts and Sero’s grin gets wider. They eat in relative silence, with the occasional comment from Sero and the sounds of them kicking each other playfully under the table. When they’re done, Bakugou rinses the bowls in the sink and joins Sero on the couch in front of the TV. It’s gotten ridiculously late, but he doesn’t want to leave him alone.

Sero rubs the back of his neck. ‘I uh, I don’t want to go to my room right now.’

Bakugou leans over the couch, grabs two throw blankets from a bin nearby and flings the yellow one at Sero.

‘Play that cool documentary on speedcubing,’ he barks out, tucking himself under his own red blanket. Sero gives him a wide-eyed look before navigating to the right piece on Netflix. He gets comfortable under the throw, and they fall asleep to the sound of people solving Rubix cubes at inhumane speeds.

Shoji finds them like that in the morning and gently shakes them awake. Sero’s phone has a message from his parents, telling him everything’s alright, and that’s the only reason Bakugou forgives him for gathering the blonde in a big, warm hug before the sun is even up.

He crawls into his own bed 5 minutes later, and his heart feels lighter than ever.

Maybe an antacid will help with all of these stupid, horrid feels.

---

Bakugou doesn’t like people.

As a general rule of thumb, he dislikes them almost instantly. People are loud. They’re invasive, annoying, clingy, and they never smell good.

People are also cruel and selfish and use you as they please.

Bakugou doesn’t like people; until he comes to UA.

Because the people in UA are loud, invasive, annoying, clingy, and never smell great either.

But they’re kind. They’re smart, driven, capable, funny. They work hard, they play hard, and they’re mostly selfless. They don’t flock to him simply because he’s got a great quirk or something. Truth be told, they’re all pretty formidable themselves. Grossly underdeveloped and years away from being at his level, but Bakugou knows that with time, all of his classmates will reach insane heights. They wouldn’t be in UA otherwise.

So Bakugou tries. Mostly because his stupid squad won’t leave him alone, but he tries.

When people hang out in the common rooms, he’s downstairs with them. If there’s a stupid Christmas party, or it's someone’s birthday, or the class wants to go out shopping or to play in the pool, Bakugou tags along with them more often than not.

There is a compromise though. With a social battery as small and easily drained as his, it isn’t uncommon for the class to find Bakugou chilling in a corner with his headphones in, simply taking in the vibe rather than actively participating. There’s no bad blood over this though- they kinda get it. Not everyone is as friendly or as vibrant as Kirishima or Kaminari. They’re honestly just glad he’s there at all, so they do their best to make sure he’s included while letting him set his own pace.

Bakugou’s in one of his recharging phases when he spots Jirou.

The earphone jack hero is wandering around, looking a little worse for wear. There are people from both 1A and 1B milling around, talking and laughing in the common areas, and the energy in the room is almost stifling. The blonde doesn’t miss the way Jirou covers her ears at one point.

From what he can tell, Jirou is an ambivert. She enjoys the company of others often, but she’s also perfectly fine being on her own, with a book and some music to keep her company. Right now, she seems exhausted, her own social battery running dangerously low.

Bakugou catches her eye. She gives him a small wave and he sticks his tongue out at her, pulling the skin under his eye down on one side. It’s petty and dumb, but he sees her huff a laugh and slowly meander towards him. Bakugou goes back to closing his eyes and tipping his head back, enjoying the familiar texture of the common room couch and the sound of the music in his ears drowning out everything else.

He feels the couch dip next to him, close but not too close. Jirou doesn’t touch him, doesn’t bother him, doesn’t shake or poke or otherwise engage him. She just sits there, stock-still.

When his eyes slip open again, Bakugou sees that she’s got her hands in her lap and she’s mimicking his posture, comfortably seated on the couch with her head tipped back. Her signature headphones are nowhere in sight though, and her eyes are open and red.

Distantly, Bakugou wonders if she’s forgotten them. That would suck ass- he’d be lost without his own pair. And Jirou’s relationship with music is on a level no one else can fathom- it’s literally part of her DNA, her quirk, her identity.

Bakugou isn’t sure what compels him to do it- maybe it’s because they both like bugging the hell out of Kaminari. Maybe it’s because Jirou is no-nonsense when it comes to hero work, which he can respect. Maybe it’s because, beneath all the teasing and smart-ass comments, Jirou has often looked out for him, advocating for the need for personal space when the idiot brigade drains him.

Whatever the reason, Bakugou finds himself pulling out his right earbud and holding it out for her, a silent invitation.

It takes maybe 4 seconds for him to feel the bud lifted gently from his fingers. Jirou is careful to not jar his own earbud when she adjusts his in her right ear, and Bakugou moves to raise the volume a little.

It is a bit annoying, yes, to have one ear open to the noise around them, but it’s not unbearable- far from it. He’s got some reggae on right now, a genre he indulges in when he needs to calm down and just relax his body.

When he turns to look at her, Jirou’s got a smile on her lips. Her feet are tapping to the beat effortlessly, and her fingers are mapping out the tune on an invisible fretboard. She opens her eyes and looks over at Bakugou, and her smile widens, crinkling the edges of her eyes.

Thank you, she mouths, flashing him another blinding smile. It makes Bakugou huff.

‘Whatever,’ he murmurs under his breath. The look in her eyes could not be mistaken for anything else- unadulterated gratitude and a heavy dose of love.

These gooey feelings are going to give him an upset stomach, Bakugou’s calling it right now.

---

Bakugou doesn’t even notice the pattern till Kirishima points it out to him.

It goes a little something like this- Bakugou feels off during training, or maybe doesn’t do as well as he’d expected on a test or project, or something just doesn’t go right. So naturally, he’s in a piss poor mood.

The squad’s antics don’t do much for him then, doesn’t really raise his spirits or anything, and he usually goes back to his room, slamming his door shut and pacing around like a caged tiger.

And that’s when his phone rings. The caller ID reads Pikachu.

‘What the fuck do you want?’

‘Bakubrooooooooo,’ Kaminari croons, and Bakugou wants to break something.

‘Fuck of-‘

‘You ever wonder if cereal is soup?’

All the fight drains out of Bakugou, leaving only confusion in its place. ‘What?’

‘Yeah, I mean, is cereal like a sub-category of soup or something? Wouldn’t that make sense?’

‘Dunce-face, what the fuck? That doesn’t even make sense? You don’t cook cereal?’

‘Yes, but you could eat it with a soup spoon. That should count for something.’

‘I hate you. So much.’

‘Aww, love you too bro. Ok, gotta go, byee~’

Bakugou stares at his phone, shocked and confused and annoyed.

But no longer angry. No longer pacing about, no longer in a foul mood.

Another time, after a particularly bad bout of training, ending with aching forearms and snarls of frustration because he needs to get better but it’s not happening fast enough, Bakugou wants nothing more than to scream into a pillow and maybe eat some hot sauce.

Again, he gets a call from Kaminari.

‘Wha-‘

‘Do you ever just think about pizza and cry?’

‘Huh?’

‘Yeah, I mean, I think humanity reached its peak when it invented pizza, you know? And that makes me cry. Such perfection.’ He can picture Kaminari making a chef’s kiss gesture, and it pisses him off.

‘This is why you called me? Are you fucking with me?’

‘It’s really an honest question Bakubro. Don’t you ever tremble at the sheer magnificence of pizza?’

‘Delete my number.’

‘No can do. Gotta go, love you, bye!’

And again, he’s gone, just as quickly as he arrived. And again, Bakugou is left feeling baffled and miffed but no longer angry, no longer itching to scream and claw and break something.

He still eats some hot sauce though.

Kirishima is with him after one of his bad days, sitting on his bed and trying to pacify him.

‘It’s ok, it-‘

‘Shut up, Shitty hair! Fuck-‘ His hands tremble with the need to just do something, vent somehow, to break the tension in his spine. He doesn’t want to snap at Kirishima, which is why he never lets him tag along when he stomps away to his room after a bad day, but the redhead can be ridiculously caring sometimes and Bakugou doesn’t want to hurt him.

He doesn’t know what else to do though.

‘Shit, I- you need to leave, get out before I-‘

His phone rings. Pikachu, it says.

‘Dunce-‘

‘I’ve decided that, in the event of an apocalypse, you and I are teaming up together.’

‘Wha-‘

‘I know you’d much rather team up with Kirishima, cause he’s so strong and handsome and he’s your best friend, but he’ll be fine. I, on the other hand, will die immediately. So, it’s just you and me Blasty.’

‘Fuck right off, why would I-‘

‘We could name ourselves the atomic blondes.’ Kaminari suddenly makes a whooping noise. ‘Damn, that’s perfect Bakugou! I gotta print tee shirts right now, we’d look amazing.’

‘I am not wearing anything that matches you, miss me with that shit.’

‘I promise it’ll be black, and like, soft, with skull patterns or something.’

‘Fuck off.’

‘I gotta go anyway, but you’re stuck with me Bakubro. Anyway, bye, love you!’

They end the call, or rather, Kaminari cuts it before Bakugou can get an insult or two in there, and when he looks back at Kirishima, he sees a big, goofy smile on his face.

‘What?’ he grumbles, tossing his phone on his bed.

‘He does that often?’

‘What, call me and say really random, really stupid shit? Yeah, all the damn time. I need to block his ass.’

‘Kinda sweet though, huh?’

Bakugou cocks his head. ‘What’re you talking about? It’s a fucking pain.’

‘Yeah, but you don’t seem as mad anymore.’

‘I-‘ And yet again, Bakugou is disgruntled and confused and irritated at himself, for getting swept up by Kaminari’s pace, but he’s not angry. All the fight has mostly bled out of his limbs, and he feels more or less normal if only a little on edge. Nothing too difficult to deal with.

‘Son of a bitch,’ Bakugou breathes. Kirishima’s smile is a tad wider, and he scoots over on the bed, making some space for Bakugou while he pulls out his laptop, ready to load up some shitty videos.

‘Tell him about this and I will never speak to you again,’ Bakugou grumbles finally, settling in next to Kirishima, leaning most of his weight into the redhead.

He feels Kirishima’s chest rumble with laughter.

‘Your secret’s safe with me.’

Bakugou wonders if anyone’s ever tried to harness the power of feels to run turbines or some shit, because this stuff’s turning out to be overwhelmingly powerful.

---

In terms of quirk compatibility, Bakugou has found his perfect match in Kirishima.

The blonde’s quirk is perfect for offence. Granted, it’s exceptionally versatile and he can handle his own just fine, but with Kirishima, he feels invincible.

Red Riot is unmoving, unabashed, and utterly unbreakable. He knows Bakugou inside out, knows his moves, his tactics, his signals. They fight like a well-oiled machine, adjusting and improvising with ease. Fighting alongside Kirishima, alongside Red Riot, is like breathing. They almost dance around each other, and between taking down villains and conducting search and rescue, they’ve made themselves a formidable hero pair even before graduation.

So, it’s not uncommon for them to be paired up even when they’re working and interning under different heroes. They’re that good.

They’re on a mission together when things take a turn for the absolute worst.

Most of the pros are down, caught in the crossfire or too busy protecting the civilians to engage in combat. There are fires blazing everywhere, smoke congesting the air around them so much that Bakugou can barely breathe.

Riot stands next to him, breathing slightly laboured but otherwise unhurt. Bakugou has a cut on his forehead, blood running down his face, but he feels ok. Good enough to rush into battle and do his part in subduing these shitty villains.

But experience has taught him better than to run in with no plan, even when he’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, eager to rush into the action. Experience has taught him that without a moment to catch his breath and restructure the plan to achieve their goals, he’ll be doing a lot more harm than good. It��s frustrating as all hell, but he’s a hero in training. You learn this stuff on the job.

‘What do you think?’ He asks the redhead.

Kirishima straightens out his back, hands on his hips. ‘The elemental quirk user will probably be the biggest pain in the ass.’

Bakugou nods. ‘It seemed like a water quirk. We need to get her away from the buildings, away from the piping. There was also that shitty smoke user, he’s the reason the air is barely breathable.’

‘Yao-momo’s masks would’ve come so in handy right now,’ Kirishima muses with a smile.

Bakugou grunts in begrudging agreement but doesn’t comment further on it. ‘There should be three other villains, all with high-level quirks. I’m not sure which other pros will free up to help, but we have to isolate them, move them towards the construction site,’ Bakugou points somewhat East of their current location, ‘as per the plan.’

Kirishima nods in agreement and catches Bakugou’s eyes and the blonde’s breath hitches.

They don’t talk about it, but here’s the other thing- they’re probably going to get hurt, maybe even fatally. Not because they’re weak or they want to or anything, but the villains seem endless. They’re fucking strong too, and even with an army of heroes, the villains seem to come at them harder and faster the longer this battle goes on. Bakugou can feel his own stamina start to vain, and he knows Kirishima will hit his limit too, slower than the blonde but still. There will come a point when Kirishima’s skin won’t harden and Bakugou’s blasts will lower in intensity till all he can manage are sparks.

And even then, he knows they will fight with their fists and their bodies and their teeth. That’s what heroes do- they put everything on the line, for the people and for justice.

More often than not, they lose their lives for it.

Well, for what’s it worth, Bakugou could not have asked for a better partner by his side in such shitty, dire times. Kirishima’s soft smile seems to reflect his sentiments.

‘Hey, Katsuki?’

The hero code of conduct frowns upon the use of personal names in costume. You have a hero name for a reason, and it helps preserve your sense of anonymity and privacy, even if it’s pretty useless at its job.

For Kirishima to name him, and first name him at that, just goes to show how serious the situation is.

‘Yeah, Ei?’

‘Make me some hotpot when we get back, ok?’

Bakugou inhales deeply, coughs because of the stupid smoke, and his fists clench tight enough to leave crescent moons in his palms.

‘Only if I’m in the mood, Shitty Hair,’ Bakugou retorts, his voice far too soft for the King Explosion Murder hero. But that’s ok- here is only Eijirou, Katsuki, and the world burning around them. Soft is ok here.

Kirishima’s familiar belly-deep laughter gives him a boost of energy.

‘Let’s kick some ass.’

Bakugou feels, for one glorious moment, like he can take on the entire world.

They take their first few steps before Kirishima steps in front of him, blocking off his path. When he looks up to catch his eyes again, the blonde’s protests and insults die in his throat.

Kirishima’s gaze is trained on him as he slowly reaches forward and grabs Bakugou’s right forearm with his right hand, fingers digging into the muscle. It’s a firm, solid grip, reassuring and warm and so very familiar. His eyes are bright, bold, and wine-red. And they’re so full of love, brimming with the kind of affection, respect, and adoration that Bakugou never thought he’d be subjected to. Kirishima opens his mouth as if to say everything his body is already telling Bakugou.

‘I know,’ Bakugou interrupts, voice hoarse. Because he does know. The redhead is his best friend in the entire world, his person, his rock. ‘I know, Ei.’ His own fingers wrap around Kirishima’s wide forearm, gripping tight with calloused, too hot fingers.

Kirishima flashes him another soft smile past his headgear before letting go. He waits for Bakugou to catch up and they walk together, side by side, equals.

When they see the first villain, doing her best to uproot an entire building, Bakugou casts one last look at Kirishima, sees his positively feral smile, and charges with the force of a wild beast.

There are no feels there, just adrenaline, rage, and trust so thick, even concrete would crack under its weight.

---

When you’re training to be a hero, things can go wrong.

Accidents happen. People don’t move out of the way fast enough, or there’s a domino effect of some sort, or the aftershocks of one attack reaches a place it shouldn’t.

Bakugou’s switched up his training partner, choosing to train with Iida to fine-tune his aim and work with a fast-moving target. His blasts hit the mark sometimes, but not always. The gym is huge, so they aren’t really risking anyone with their training; at least, that’s how it is for a while.

But then, Bakugou takes aim and blasts at Iida, Iida dodges swiftly, the attack takes out a portion of the rock formations in the gym, and suddenly there’s a landslide headed right at Hagakure and Kaminari.

Bakugou doesn’t even think about it; his body moves before his brain catches up, and he’s suddenly in front of the two, arms raised to obliterate the debris when he realizes that a portion of the mountain had been laced with explosives for someone else’s training, and his quirk would make things exponentially worse. With the last few moments he has, Bakugou shoves Chargebolt and Invisible Girl away roughly and gets buried under the avalanche of debris.

The last thing he thinks he hears is a chorus of voices yelling Bakugou before his vision goes black.

---

And that’s what Bakugou remembers when he wakes up to white. White walls, white curtains, white sheets.

Unfortunately, the noise isn’t white. It’s annoyingly and stupidly loud.

‘There are too many of you here,’ Recovery girl says, sounding exasperated. ‘He will be fine, he just needs to regain his strength.’

‘Sensei, a whole section of a mountain fell on him, how can he just be fine?’ Jirou questions, sounding severely distressed.

‘Plus, this happened while he was saving me,’ Kaminari chips in. ‘I’m not leaving him.’

‘I have a secret healing quirk of my own,’ Ashido bullshits. ‘He’ll feel so much better when he hears my voice. I have to stay, it’ll be a crime for me to go.’

‘I can tape his wounds?’ Sero offers sheepishly.

He can hear Recovery Girl’s sigh from the other end of the room. ‘And you?’

‘He’s my person.’ Kirishima says it like it’s enough of an explanation.

Recovery Girl clicks her tongue. ‘Overdramatic, the lot of you. Play rock paper scissors or something, but I’m only allowing one of you to stay. The rest of you are going back to the dorms.’

The room bursts into noise again and Bakugou’s head feels like it’s splitting open.  

‘HOLY FUCK, SHUT UP!’ The blonde roars from his bed. ‘I LOVE YOU GUYS, BUT IF YOU DON’T STOP YELLING, I WILL BODILY THROW YOU ALL OUT THE DAMN WINDOW.’

His own yelling does more harm than good to his throbbing head, but the noises stop completely so at least it did its job.

He’s alone for a blissful second before a crowd of five idiots surroundS his bed. Kirishima’s face peers into his, smile wide and eyes crinkled around the edges.

‘Hi, how you feeling?’

‘Like someone ran me through a garbage disposal and then put me in a microwave.’

‘Such details, much prose,’ Sero quips, earning him a chop from Ashido.

‘Blasty my love, can we do anything?’

‘Yeah, shut the fuck up and let me sleep.’

Jirou squeezes his calf from the foot of the bed. ‘You gave us a real scare there.’

‘I’m fine,’ Bakugou grumbles.

‘He will be,’ Recovery Girl reiterates, pushing them away and standing next to him. ‘I’ll do another bout of healing once you’ve recovered some of your strength. You can go back to the dorms before bed.’ She turns to his classmates. ‘Only one of you.’

They look at one another and everyone but Kirishima starts shuffling away reluctantly.

Kaminari lingers behind before quickly giving Bakugou a gentle hug. ‘Thanks,’ he whispers into his ear before pulling off and following after the others. Bakugou rolls his eyes and curls onto his side, yelping when he puts some weight on his tender side.

‘Easy,’ Kirishima mumbles, easing him onto his back. When Bakugou is finally comfortable, Kirishima drags one of the chairs lined up against the wall next to the bed and plops down, exhaling. Bakugou opens a tired eye to look at him and sees Kirishima with a stupidly smug smile on his face.

‘What?’

‘You love us, huh?’

Bakugou had hoped they hadn’t caught that, even though he’d screamed it loud enough for the entire building to have heard. Apparently, a cliff falling on you doesn’t stop you from blushing.

‘Fuck off, you were hearing things,’ he says anyway, because what is Bakugou if not in full denial about so many things?

Kirishima’s laugh is loving not mocking, and he puts his hand on Bakugou’s elbow.

‘Good to have you back Kats.’ He gives it a gentle squeeze. ‘Get some rest huh? I’ll be here when you wake up.’

Bakugou gives him a weak glare, but he can’t muster enough rage and anger because the absolute worst part is, he meant it. Because apparently being a rage-filled hero in training doesn’t make one impervious to feels.

Bakugou feels so betrayed by his own thoughts and emotions.

But right as he loses consciousness, he finds himself wondering if he minds all that much and he decides he doesn’t, almost not at all. The answer doesn’t really surprise him either.

He falls asleep to a cool breeze brushing over his skin and the sound of Kirishima humming under his breath.

#boku no hero bakugou #boku no hero academia #boku no hero headcanons #bnha #mha #my hero academia #bakusquad #bakusquad shenanigans #katsuki bakugou #kirishima eijirou #bnha ashido #sero hanta #denki kaminari #jirou kyouka #jirou is in the bakusquad #bonding #bakusquad bonding #fluff #so much fluff #and so many feels #all the feels TBH #this is platonic kiribaku but also who am i kidding looooool #bakugou has his potty mouth #but he's trying ya'll #supportive squad

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Lovely Noya

❀ AN: I’m been trying to upload this since yesterday here’s hoping this works !!  This prompt is based off Lovely Complex, so yes Noya is Otani in this but the plot was changed to fit Noya’s personality. Reader is 5′8 and Nishinoya  5′2 or 4′10 with his hair down as Wiki states. 

✿ Warning: None fluffy goodness. Tall Fem Reader x Nishinoya

❀ Summary: Of all the different times Nishinoya saw you how was he suppose to know that you were leaving a piece of yourself inside his heart?

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1 time.

 Nishinoya rested his face against the wooden desk as the sensei went on and on about how important 2nd year was going to be for graduation and eventually college. But really, he tuned it out, the defeat at Inter high still fresh in his mind. He opened his muted brown eyes to watch as the clouds hazily moved across the horizon. He jerked out of his musing when his seatmate next to him suddenly got up, the chair scraping across the floor, and in doing so creating such a horrific sound that he couldn’t help but wince.

“L/N, read the next paragraph please,” the sensei commanded.

“Haiiiiiii.”

Nishinoya couldn’t help but sit up straighter, did girls know how cute they sounded when they talked like that? He proceeded to pay attention as Y/N continued to read in accented but clear English so much so he couldn’t help feeling envious. Despite years of having English as a mandatory class he still sucked at it.

“And that’s why the Dutch succeeded in trading with a closed-off Japan where other nations failed,” Y/N finished and tucking her skirt, sat elegantly back down in her chair.

“Alright, who’s next to read?”

Nishinoya ducked his head and prayed silently it wouldn’t be him.

“Akira, read the next paragraph!” the gruff teacher barked.

Nishinoya let out a big sigh of relief and slumped over. He heard muffled giggles and he saw Y/N covering her mouth with her hand. When she finished, she looked over to see him staring at her. She jolted in surprise.

“Oh gomen, you just looked so relieved,” she said with a grin.

Nishinoya just grinned back at her. “Don’t worry about it. I’m used to girls laughing at me.” He realized with a depressing clarification and slumped even more.

Y/N blinked at him and leaned forward resting her face on her palm. “What do you mean by that?”

He quickly shook his head. “N-never mind that, Y/N. We should pay attention now before we get in trouble.”

She flashed him a quick smile showing off a dimple only on her right cheek.

“If you say so. And I’m glad I don’t have to correct you on my name! I don’t really like my last name, Noya-kun.”

N-noya-kun??! His cheeks flushed red and he tucked his head behind his textbooks so she couldn’t see the effect her simple words had on him.

L/N Y/N was someone he never shared a class with, and he wasn’t close with her either. Well, he wasn’t close with any girls, but still, the fact they were neighbors would mean they should at least exchange pleasantries, right? But she always arrived before he did and left later than him, so they never really got a chance to communicate. In fact, this was the first time they had an entire conversation since school started. Maybe he should make more of an effort to talk to her. She seemed pretty nice and he could always use more female friends since he had none.

He was jolted out of his thoughts as the bell rang and signaled the class had ended. Nishinoya leaped from his chair with a “yatta!” and quickly picked up his bag. Just as he was about to go rushing out of the classroom, he remembered his previous notions about making friends.

“Bye-bye, Y/N!”

Y/N looked up startled, just as she was putting away her books and a small smile blossomed on her face.

“Mata ne, Noya-kun!” And she turned back to her bag.

Just in time too as his face once again quickly felt hot and he ran off trying to reach the volleyball gym in record time.

4 times.

 Nishinoya sat glumly in his seat as everybody trickled in for the morning classes. Asahi, the ace of their team, hadn’t shown up again, not even seeing Kiyoko-san’s face had lifted his mood that morning. Their loss was even harder to cope with Asahi not showing up like a coward.

He glanced up when he saw Y/N pull out the chair next to him and sit down at her desk.

“Ohaiyo, Noya-kun!” she greeted cheerfully.

“Hey….” he replied and sighed.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing just some volleyball club stuff….”

“Oh! You guys had a tournament in March. How did it go?”

Nishinoya furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “wait how did you know about the game? Are you a volleyball fan too?”

Y/N waved off his inquiry. “No, I’m on the student council and I know pretty much all of the clubs’ activities for budget concerns.”

“Right well, we lost.”

Y/N’s face wilted and the smile on her face vanished. It looked wrong on her somehow, he wanted her to smile all the time.

“I’m sorry to hear that, but you’re in your second year! You have the tournament a few months from now on and even next year to do better.”

“I suppose,” he muttered and fiddled with the pencil on his desk.

Nishinoya peeked at Y/N from the corner in his eye and saw that she looked like she wanted to say something several times but stopped herself.

“Hey, can I ask you a question?”

Y/N perked up. “Of course!”

“There’s a teammate that took the loss really badly and he’s not showing up to practice anymore! And the thing is it’s not his fault we lost but he’s taking it personally. The team relies on him a lot and everybody’s down. I don’t know what to do.”

He didn’t know why he was asking her or why he was even opening to her, but it was a question weighing on him heavily. Sure, he was a boisterous guy that never let things like defeat keep him down, but Asahi was different. Nishinoya didn’t understand what the ace was going through, and he was kind of confused on how to make things right. Especially since he was harboring his own guilt. But it felt right to ask her. Especially since Y/N was a popular girl that many of their classmates relied on.

“Well, maybe you should start by talking to him and telling him how you feel.  Start with exactly what you just told me and eventually persuade him to come back,” she suggested.

“Are you sure it’s as simple as that?” He couldn’t help but be skeptical. Where were the dramatic crying and wholesome man hugs?

“Yup! Every time the student council members argue amongst themselves, I always act as a mediator being the Vice President. We always start by being honest with each other and then finding a compromise.”

Nishinoya nodded. “Alright! I’ll go talk to him right after classes are done.”

Just as he was about to ask her if she could help him with last night’s homework (more like copy), Mai-san, their class representative, had interrupted them.

“Oy Y/N-chan! I have a couple of questions about the upcoming spring festival’s budget,” she waved Y/N over to her desk.

Nishinoya watched as Y/N stood up and made her way across the classroom. He was startled to notice her height for the first time. How tall was she exactly? She made him feel like an ant underneath her heel. Furthermore, how the hell did he not notice until now?

He watched as all the girls and even a few guys in their class gravitated to Y/N’s friendly nature. She was a natural-born leader that reassured many by her presence. She felt like a gentler version of Daichi-san, to be honest.

As the morning bell rang, all the students made it back to their desk on time. When Y/N sat down at her own, he leaned over and whispered, “Y/N, can I see your math homework from yesterday?”

She didn’t even look at him as she replied while writing down notes, “you can’t keep relying on me, Noya-kun. Otherwise, you will fail your tests.”

He softly brought his hands together and bowed. “Onegaiiii! I promise I’ll make it up to you! How about a popsicle?”

She reached over and pulled one of the notebooks before passing it over to him.

“Try not to make it too obvious, ok?”

“Don’t worry! I’m great at copying we won’t get caught.”

Y/N shook her head. “I wish you would be just as good at math as you are at copying,” she muttered under her breath.

When Nishinoya finally finished he couldn’t help but let out a relieved shout.

“Oy Nishinoya! What are you doing? Pay attention or you’ll start failing before the semester even begins!” The sensei barked at the interruption.

The class broke out into giggles and Y/N couldn’t help the small smile at Nishinoya’s expense as his face crumbled from being scolded.

 6 times.

 Nishinoya blinked slowly as he laid on the couch watching another comedy rerun of some old comedy duo that were famous in the ’90s. He quirked his head when he heard another noise. This time the doorbell rang clearly and awoke him from his stupor.

He scratched the itch on his behind as he slowly made his way to the front door.

“Alright, alright! I’m coming no need to keep ringing the doorbell.”

He reached and unlocked the door before turning the knob. There stood Y/N on his doorstep still wearing her school uniform.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

She shot him an annoyed look and planted her hands on her hips.

“When I told you to go talk to your teammate, I didn’t tell you to start a fight and get suspended, Noya-kun!”

He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. “Gomen! But in my defense, it wasn’t a fight, and I didn’t mean to break anything.”

She tsked and reached in her bag to pull out some papers.

“Here, that’s the work for this week that you missed. I live close by, so I got the responsibility.”

He tried to sound enthusiastic as he thanked her, but her face gave him the impression she wasn’t buying it.

“You aren’t going to do it until the last minute, am I right? And you won’t even do a good job on it either because you would be in a hurry to finish it.”

“T-that’s not true and you know it,” he lamely defended himself before conceding. “Ok, fine you win.”

“What am I going to do with you?” she asked shaking her head. “Can I come in?”

Nishinoya was startled at her request for a minute before consenting. “Sure!”

He watched wide-eyed as her head almost touched the doorframe, she was that tall and he couldn’t help but stare up at her as she passed.

“Ne, Y/N how tall are you?”

“172 cms. It’s not that tall though. Chichiue’s even taller. He has to bend down so that he doesn’t hit door frames most of the time.”

Not that tall? Nishinoya wished most of the time he was able to at least reach the glassware on the lower shelves in the kitchen and she said 172 cms wasn’t tall! Genetics just aren’t fair, are they?

As Y/N collaborated to help him finish this week’s homework, he failed to notice the stars in Y/N’s eyes and the soft blush on her face each time their hands touched. And that would prove to be her undoing.

 10 times.

 Nishinoya cackled at Tanaka who was still lamenting tripping over a volleyball in the gym.  His shaved head still sported a nasty bump that was beginning to purple, with a mischievous grin Nishinoya reached over to poke it. Tanaka let out a yelp and smacked his hand away.

“Don’t do that!”

“Gomen Ryu, it looks like you have another head growing out of your skull,” he gasped out between his chuckles.

“Ah! If it isn’t Noya-kun!” a voice called out.

He turned around to see Y/N walking towards him. She was probably heading home as well.

“Yo Y/N! You’re going home early today?”

“Un! The President let me go since I finished my work early.”

Nishinoya turned around to see Tanaka pulling at his sleeve and looking at him eagerly.

“Oh, this is L/N Y/N my classmate and this is Tanaka Ryunosuke, my teammate.”

“Nice to meet you!” Y/N said cheerfully and bowed.

Ryu however just bowed in a hurry and turned away. Y/N gave Nishinoya a curious look which he only shrugged at. He had no idea why Ryu was acting weird.

Suddenly he remembered the favor he owed her from when she helped me finish his work. He fumbled through his pockets, pulling out a Gari Gari-kun’s winner popsicle stick.

“Here, Y/N! My treat for you!” he said eagerly and put it in her hand.

“Wow. A free popsicle when I took time out of my day to help you,” she deadpanned.

He only chuckled nervously and scratched his head. “I know. I know. I owe you.”

“Never mind I’ll just think of something later. I’m going to head home now. Bye-bye!”

Nishinoya just waved to her and watched as the taller girl left.

“Noya you bastard! How could you do this to me? How could you hide such a cute girl from me?” Ryu burst out dramatically as soon as Y/N left.

“Y/N? Cute?” Noya murmured to himself like he hadn’t considered the possibility.

“You’re joking, right? That’s Y/N, the vice president of the student council. Even third years think she’s pretty and you’re telling me you haven’t noticed? Are you feeling ok?” Tanaka placed his hand on Nishinoya’s forehead trying to check his temperature.

He just batted away Tanaka’s hand and shrugged.

“I guess I just didn’t notice because I don’t like her that way? She’s super helpful and always taking care of me, but she’s not someone I would consider a girlfriend material, you know? More like a friend or even a sister.”

He saw Tanaka giving him a look that he couldn’t decipher before it disappeared. So, he just brushed it off.

“I mean the only girl for me is Kiyoko-san! She shines brighter than any other girl in the school, so it’s not a surprise that I didn’t really notice Y/N.”

Tanaka gave him a nod in agreement. “That’s true! No one can compare to Kiyoko-san,” he said before slapping Noya harshly on the back.

“Ahh! What was that for?”

“For not telling me your friends with a cute girl like Y/N!”

The two best friends tussled with each other for a few more minutes before going about their way home.

 14 times

 Another one and another Friday gone, Nishinoya stretched happily and got ready to leave for home. Next week is the training camp and he was beyond excited to play volleyball once again.

“Noya-kun! Do you have a minute before you leave?”

Nishinoya looked up at Y/N and nodded with a huge smile.

She handed over a bag that she grabbed from inside her desk.

“Here, I’m not sure if your allowed to have snacks at the training camp so I grabbed you some.”

Nishinoya looked through the bag to see some potato chips, chocolate, and other variety of snacks.

Y/N was nervously twitching as she watched Noya look through the bag.

“Sorry if you don’t like them, I wasn’t sure what you liked besides Gari Gari-kun popsicles.”

“N-no!... No. It’s just no one ever has done this for me. I’m just a little shocked is all, Y/N” he said a bit emotionally.

Y/N’s raised her eyebrow. “You’re not going to cry, are you?”

“Of course not! I just have something in my eye,” he cried out while he wiped his eyes.

Y/N let out a giggle. “Well, make sure to train hard. I want to see Karasuno go to the Nationals, ok?”

“Yosh! I’ll do my best!”

She just waved happily and turned to leave the classroom. Nishinoya hurried to show off his goods to Tanaka in the gym.

He ran all the way there before finding his shaved friend just about to enter the gym.

“Yo, Ryu! Look what Y/N gave me!” Nishinoya proudly showed off his gift.

“Whoa, all of that? Did you blackmail her?” Tanaka asked teasingly.

“Nah, she said she wants to see our team at the Nationals and told me to train hard! It’s like I have my very own cheerleader.”

Tanaka looked at Noya tentatively again and Noya’s face dropped at the expression.

“What? You keep looking at me like that.”

“Nothing. I just find it interesting that Y/N’s so nice to you. Do you think she likes you?”

Nishinoya’s face burned at the accusation and he quickly denied it.

“No way! Y/N’s just nice like that and she’s helpful with all her classmates. I mean she and I have gotten close lately, but I don’t think she likes me like that.”

“But does she give snacks to other boys? Or help them study? Does she treat them the same way she treats you?”

The questions left Nishinoya a bit speechless and unable to respond coherently.

“S-still I don’t think she likes me, Ryu! There’s just no way!” He burst into nervous laughter and swerved around Tanaka to head up to the changing rooms.

As he climbed the stairs all he could think about was, ‘Y/N’s pretty and tall there’s just no way she would like me. Absolutely no way!’

 16 times

 Most of his class was heading out to their Thursday lab class that occurred in another building. He was sluggishly making his way to chemistry which he wasn’t ok with. Because no Friday should ever end with a class as awful as chemistry (still not as bad as literature though)!

He wanted to practice volleyball some more after their practice match with Nekoma. Next time he was going to receive all the serves headed his way. His thought process was broken by high pitched squealing.

“Ehhhh? Is that Y/N-san’s boyfriend?” a girl called out.

As soon as he heard the word “boyfriend” and “Y/N” in the same sentence, his head snapped so quickly towards the group of girls talking that he could feel a kink in the back of his neck.

He looked towards Y/N and what looked like a familiar boy. Wait, was that Tsukishima? Since when did she know him?

“No way! I think he’s a first year. Look she’s handing some papers to him. It’s probably student council business.”

Sure enough, Y/N handed Tsukishima a huge stack of papers to which he took and bowed to the older girl in thanks.

“Oh, that makes sense. But don’t they look so cute though? Look, their height difference is only a few centimeters. They match so well,” his classmate said eagerly to her friend.

Nishinoya waited to hear the group of girls disagree with a frown. Only for that frown to get deeper when he heard resounding approval. Did they not know how rude Tsukishima was or how crappy his personality was? Y/N wouldn’t ever be happy with a guy like that! She needed someone who could appreciate how caring she was, not someone who would take advantage of her kind nature.

With that in mind, he rushed to rescue his friend before Tsukishima could get his claws in her.

“Hey Y/N, aren’t you going to chemistry? It’s time,” he said as he budged into their conversation.

Y/N’s eyes widened and checked the watch on her wrist. “Shoot! You’re right. Anyway, Tsukishima-san make sure to deliver that to your sensei.”

Tsukishima only nodded respectfully. “Will do. Ja! Senpai and Y/N-senpai.” He threw a weird, confused look at Nishinoya who kept sending him hostile glares.

As soon as he left, Nishinoya grabbed Y/N’s wrist and pulled her away.

“Stay away from him, Y/N. He’s on the volleyball team and he has a very nasty personality.”

“Huh? Do you mean Tsukishima-san? Are you sure? He was pretty polite to me,” she replied as she kept up with his pace easily.

“Oh, that’s a façade trust me. He always has something smart to say sooner or later. I still can’t believe he had the nerve to talk crap about Rolling Thunder!”

Y/N let out a giggle. “Rolling Thunder? What’s that?”

Nishinoya’s face lit up as he proceeded to explain how cool his super-duper receive was. And how he was called the deity of Karasuno’s volleyball team.

Soon enough the two had arrived at the lab and sat down at their assigned seats. Chemistry passed by him slowly as the teacher droned on and on about molarity. Even the lab that involved freezing and melting water by a flame turned out to be boring. Finally, the lab ended, and he was just about to zip out of there to head to practice when he heard the same group of girls again.

“Ne Y/N-san, which one of those boys would you date? Mai here thinks you suit Nishinoya-san, but I think you would suit that tall blonde boy that you were talking to earlier.”

Another voice interrupted, “aren’t Y/N and Nishinoya-kun close? I think it would make sense.”

“Yeah, but he’s so short! How would they even kiss? Don’t they have like a 10 cm height difference? It would be too weird.”

The girls burst into laughter and his heart dropped.  He knew the idea of Y/N liking him was too farfetched and even if she did it wouldn’t work out. So, without hearing what Y/N had to say he left the area in a hurry.

 20 times.

 He could feel the pressure surrounding the court, suffocating him and the team. They had to defeat Aoba Johsai to get to the finals. Apparently, his team had beaten Seijoh before in a practice match, but it was without their usual setter. “The Grand King” as he was called by Shoyo. A competent setter really made all the difference, huh. Well, Oikawa was better than competent, but Nishinoya really didn’t want to admit that right now. He was annoying in middle school and he was annoying now.

He blew a breath through his teeth as he once again caught a serve by Oikawa. The power of the serve had struck his forearms making them alarmingly red. He could feel the spirit of his team dimming as the rally continued. What should he do? He was getting the serves, but they were still trailing behind Seijoh.

“Fighto! Noya-kun! Fighto!” a familiar voice called out.

He looked up to see Y/N cupping her hands and cheering for him. Nishinoya felt relief flooding through him. She had let him know that she would be a bit late and she had missed several of their matches already. But now she was finally here. His lips trembled and he could feel his vision get watery. Quickly blinking the moisture away, he felt his spirit rekindle.

“Yosh! Everyone don’t worry about the match! I’ll protect the court, so you guys make sure to get those points! After all, I got your back,” he finished off with a wide grin.

Immediately, he could see Daichi relax and let out a small smile. Hinata and Kageyama exchanged a look and nodded. Even Tsukishima’s tense shoulders seem to drop a little. Their spirits renewed, the team quickly readied their stance and faced Seijoh once again.

 21 times.

 The defeat weighed upon the team as they moved through the building to get to the bus. They were going to head back to Karasuno and go to a nearby restaurant afterward. The team was quiet contemplating their loss silently, each of them coping with it differently. As for himself, he felt disappointed and upset of course, but there was still a drive burning inside of him. Seeing the libero on Seijoh cross the line and actually set up the ball, was inspiring. He wanted to try it out for himself for future matches like in the Spring High. However, there was still the somber atmosphere and he knew it wasn’t the right time to talk about future training just yet.

“Noya-kun!”

Nishinoya looked back to see Y/N running towards him. Daichi placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You have five minutes. Meet us at the bus.” He nodded in reply and the team left without him.

“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry…,” he began.

“Why are you sorry?”

He looked up at her face to see it scrunched up in confusion.

“B-because we lost. You told us to go to Nationals and we couldn’t go.”

“Are you kidding? You guys were amazing! I don’t know much about volleyball, but so many people in the audience were surprised by Karasuno. Apparently, Aoba Johsai is an amazing school, and the fact you guys lost by two points? I’m-m. I don’t know what to say! I’m speechless,” Y/N spat out in a rush, giddy in her excitement.

Y/N bent down a little and wrapped her hands around his waist. She pulled him close and he could feel her body heat against his.

“I’m so proud of you. I had no idea you were so good at volleyball,” she whispered.

His heartbeat sped out of control and he started to feel dizzy from the smell of her sweet perfume and the feeling of her soft skin against his. Why was he feeling this way? Wasn’t this how he usually felt around Kiyoko-san and other cute girls? The realization hit him hard. Was he actually starting to like her? And not just in a joking, faux way he did with Kiyoko-san, but in a way that involved heart fulfilling confessions?

Nishinoya could feel himself panic and his body stiffened at the close contact. Y/N noticed right away his body’s reaction and stumbled back quickly.

“Oh gomen. I-I got too excited,” Y/N said as she blushed.

“It’s fine,” he trailed off watching as Y/N nervously played with her hair. He eyed the prominent blush on her face. Why was she acting like….. Oh. Oh. He wanted to immediately deny it like he had done with Tanaka all those weeks ago, but it was hard to when the evidence was right in front of his eyes.

He had to go. He had to go now!

“Listen Y/N, the team’s waiting for me. I have to get on the bus.”

She smiled and replied, “of course. I’ll see you at school tomorrow?”

School? Oh, hell he didn’t even think about that.

“Yeah, sure,” he got out before leaving her behind. He had a lot to think about.

 25 times.

 Nishinoya wasn’t trying to avoid Y/N on purpose. He still greeted her in class, but he was just no longer engaging her in inane conversation like he did every day. He had a lot to think about. Again, how he didn’t notice her feelings earlier; he had no idea. She wasn’t obvious but when they were alone her earnest gaze was hard to ignore.

As he tried to get himself together, Nishinoya knew he was making Y/N upset by ignoring her. But he couldn’t help himself. Sure, he was the definition of a man who was girl-crazy, but it was all in good fun. He wasn’t seriously pursuing anyone even Kiyoko-san knew that. But this situation was very real and very complicated. In the end, it could cost him the one female he managed to somehow befriend. Still, he wouldn’t have known that Y/N was going to use the opportunity to be honest.

“Noya-kun, can we talk alone?” Y/N asked one afternoon as he was readying to flee the classroom.

“O-oh, I’m not sure. Daichi-san might make me do laps for being late,” he replied flustered at her request.

“Please. It won’t take long,” she pleaded.

Hearing the urgency in her voice, he could no longer refuse. “Alright.”

They walked out of the classroom and she led him behind one of the older science buildings.

She stood in front of him, clenching and unclenching the grip on her bag before she hesitantly spoke.

“N-noya-kun, I have something to tell you.”

Nishinoya felt his eyes widened.

“I know we have become really good friends over the last few months. But I can’t help myself. I really like you! Please accept my feelings!” she said before bowing to him.

“I can’t, Y/N. I don’t really think of you that way. I’m sorry.”

Y/N stood up and looked a bit shocked. Her face that was previously flushed with nervousness drained and became pale.

Nishinoya bowed in return and said, “I’m really sorry. I hope we can still be friends.”

Still looking quite aghast she replied in a small voice, “I-I…. of course, Noya-kun. I just need a little time that’s all.”

He hesitated for a minute as he tried to explain why he was saying no. That he was confused with his own feelings, but before he could begin, Y/N ran off without another word.

“Y/N! Wait up!” He ran after her and caught her wrist, forcing her to turn around and face him.

Her face was wet with tears. “Please, I have to go.”

Stupefied at making Y/N cry, he let her go without another word.  He only watched as she got farther and farther away, he couldn’t help but think that he made a mistake.

 25 times

 He could distantly hear volleyball hitting the gym floor and the sound of someone saying, “nice kill.” But it all seemed to fade away.

Daichi hollered, “alright, let’s do another penalty drill.”

Nishinoya absentmindedly followed his teammates doing another round after they lost again to Fukurodani.

“Oy Noya, this way. We have to run up the hill now. Practice is done for the day,” Tanaka said as he dragged him.

“Right. Gomen,” Nishinoya muttered.

As he ran up the hill, he didn’t notice Tanaka looking at him worriedly. He approached Nishinoya after he was lying at the bottom of the hill and panting for his life.

“Let’s talk, me and you. There’s something bothering you,” Tanaka blurted out.

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m fine. Just the losses are getting to me that’s all.”

“Bull! I’m your best friend I know these things.”

Nishinoya looked around to see the rest of the Karasuno members busy trying to catch their breath or getting water.

He sat up and plucked the grass on the hill. “Y/N confessed to me before the training camp.”

“What?!” Tanaka yelled out.

Nishinoya got startled by Tanaka’s volume and crushed the grass blades in his hand by accident.

“Shhhhh! Quiet!” he ordered, “do you want everyone to hear?”

They turned around to see the rest looking at them weirdly before assuming it was just the duo being their obnoxious selves and going back to relaxing.

“Noya, you bastard! You got a girlfriend before me! I’m happy and sad at the same time,” Tanaka blubbered trying to hug Nishinoya.

“Ugh! Get off me, Ryu! You’re sweaty and it’s too hot.”

He sighed with relief when his excitable friend finally got off him. “And no, I didn’t. I rejected her.”

Tanaka burst out laughing. “I’m sorry I think I heard you wrong. I thought you just said you rejected a pretty girl asking you out.”

“I did reject her! And she ran off crying.” Nishinoya said desolately.

Tanaka ran his fingers over his shaved head, trying to pull his nonexistent hair in fury.

“What?! Why?! This was your chance and don’t give me that bullshit about not liking her that way! You do I can tell! When you and I talk about Kiyoko-san, you get all excitable. But when you’re talking about Y/N you’re actually quiet and serious for the first time.”

Was he like that for real? He had no idea. All he knew was that he had messed up. That day after he rejected her, Y/N was polite as if they were acquaintances. There was this barrier between the two despite being their desks only a few feet away. She never ignored him, but she kept this façade by ignoring personal questions and answering noncommittally whenever she could.

“But you still haven’t told me why you rejected her,” Tanaka continued.

“Because! Y/N’s 172 cm and I’m what 159 cm? Why would she want to date someone like me anyway?”

“Baka!” Tanaka hit the top of Nishinoya’s head. “Didn’t you say that height doesn’t matter and that you’ll fight with your life?”

He clutched the top of his head and moaned. “Ryu, you bastard! That’s with volleyball! You can’t apply the same thing with dating, dumbass!”

“Yes, I can! You think that if Kiyoko-san was over 190 cm I would stop pursuing her? No way! I would still build shrines to my gigantic goddess every single day if I have to! Who cares about height in volleyball or love? Besides, Y/N already knows about your damn height. She sees you every single day and she still confessed! Doesn’t that mean she doesn’t care in the first place?”

The words echoed in his head. Ryu was right! He was so caught up in his insecurities that he hadn’t realized that Y/N never cared about his flaws. Never once did she call him out on his height or even comment about it. The only time she did get annoyed with him was when he refused to study or asked to copy her work again.

“Ryu, you genius! You’re right!” Nishinoya said cheerfully pushing himself on Tanaka’s shoulders.

Tanaka put his hands on his hips and threw his head back as he laughed gleefully. “Of course! You better fix things with Y/N when we get back. Until then get your head back in the game, Noya. Karasuno needs our libero.”

He felt his spirits being uplifted, the rejection no longer weighing as heavily as before.

“Yosha! I want to practice some more. Wanna help me with something, Ryu? I have something I wanna try,” he asked thinking of the tactics that libero used during the Seijoh match.

 26 times

 He could hear Y/N’s tinkling laughter as she covered her mouth to giggle whatever dumb shit his classmates were telling her. She never covered her mouth with him instead laughing with tears in her eyes desperately trying to breathe while he laughed along with her. She never had to pretend in front of him. But the fact she would rather entertain whatever they were asking her instead of hanging out with him before morning classes began, hurt. But could he blame her? Why would she want to talk to someone who rejected her? Still, at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel that maybe Y/N’s feelings weren’t as genuine as he thought they were. Because there she was acting normally with other people.

He let out a sigh of relief as the bell rang not because he was excited about class. Rather it meant Y/N had to return to her seat and all the boys surrounding class president Mai’s seat also had to go back.

“Hey Y/N, how was your break?” he asked tentatively.

She spared him a glance and a muted smile.

“Good.” She reached inside her desk and pulled out her textbook.

He couldn’t help the annoyance bubbling up. School just restarted! There was no way she had any work to review, but Y/N was putting on an act like they were about to be handed their midterm exams.

Before Nishinoya could say anything, their gruff sensei had entered and started class. He honestly couldn’t say he learned anything that day. Too anxious rehearsing in his mind on what he would say to Y/N.

When it was finally lunchtime, he made his way to Tanaka’s classroom for some reassurance. Nishinoya was going to corner Y/N before she went home. Hopefully, it would end well and with Y/N as his girlfriend if he had anything to say about it. Again, too nervous to eat, he just gulped down some bread and headed back to his classroom.

He let out a groan when he heard those gossipy classmates of his again. Didn’t they have anything better to do with themselves? Maybe study like the responsible students they all pretended to be?

“What do you mean Y/N has a confession? In the courtyard? W-who is it?—”

Nishinoya didn’t even bother to hear the rest and ran out like someone just announced their volleyball club was being discontinued. He didn’t even bother apologizing to the students he was pushing through to get to his destination. His mind being preoccupied with one thought only.

‘There’s no way I’m losing her to anyone else!’

He arrived in the empty courtyard to see an unfamiliar boy and Y/N standing alone. An unfamiliar tall boy. Y/N and he were the same height.

Nishinoya scowled deeply and stomped towards the two.

“Oy! Y/N doesn’t like you get lost!” he growled out.

Y/N jumped and turned around to look astounded by his appearance.

The boy’s eyebrows furrowed, “um who are you?”

“The guy that Y/N likes and confessed to! So, she doesn’t need or want your second-rate confession,” he snarled as a dark aura surrounded him.

“Though, I would be happy to rearrange your face if you don’t leave right now.”

The boy paled and unceremoniously turned around, walking away at a fast pace. He could be heard murmuring, “what’s his issue I was only passing on a note?” But neither of the two particularly cared.

“Noya-kun! How could you?” Y/N asked aghast.

“Me? What about you? You only confessed to me about two weeks ago! How could you?”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed and Nishinoya’s own cheeks reddened in response. Neither of them had spoken about what happened since that day.

She fidgeted a bit before replying, “i-it doesn’t matter! You don’t like me anyway that means I’m free to date whoever I want.”

Nishinoya took a deep breath knowing it was time to tell her the truth about his feelings.

“You’re wrong. I do like you! In fact, I like you a lot! Probably more than you ever thought possible.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “But you rejected me! Why did you do that if you liked me?”

“Because I was worried about what people might think of a pretty girl like you dating someone like me. I was insecure about my height. I didn’t think you and I would work out,” he explained quietly.

“Noya-kun, I knew about the short delinquent with the blond streak since first year. And I never cared about that. I like you because of how much passion and persistence you have. You think I didn’t notice the different pain relief patches on your arms? You think I didn’t notice how much you gave your all during your match against Seijoh despite losing? Or the fact that you’re horrible at literature but still study because I asked you to? I could go on and on-“

Nishinoya felt his heartbeat race out of control. No one had ever said something so nice about him and especially not a girl. A girl that had been on his mind for weeks. No, not weeks. But if he was being honest since the day he had met her.  

“Please go on. Tell me more about why you like me,” he said with a huge smile.

“I—no way! It’s too embarrassing!” she squealed and hid her face behind her hands.

“Oh please? I’ve never had a girl tell me she liked me twice!”

Y/N peaked between her fingers. “Did you mean it? Do you really like me back?”

Nishinoya motioned for her to bend down. Y/N, out of curiosity, did as she was told. He tugged her hand when she got closer, to connect their two mouths. She let out a noise when she felt his chapped lips against hers. He took her quiet sigh as a good sign and pressed harder. There was no earth-shattering moment nor was she suddenly the center of his gravity like people would say. But her soft lips felt warm and inviting so he discreetly asked for permission by sliding his tongue between her lips. Their tongues tangled and danced despite neither knowing what to do. It was messy and awkward, but they didn’t care as their enthusiasm and passion overcame their inexperience. When breathing became necessary, he reluctantly separated while she let out a small whine unable to disguise her disappointment.

“Now do you get it? I really do like you.”

Y/N nodded happily and gave Nishinoya a quick peck.

“Wait, what do you mean by short delinquent? Who called me a delinquent? What the hell?” he asked out of the blue.

She burst out laughing and laughed even harder at Nishinoya’s miffed face.  

 27 times

 Nishinoya marveled at the feeling of her soft hand holding his coarse callous filled hand.

“I’ll wait for you after your practice. We can get some Gari Gari-kun popsicles,” Y/N said.

“Are you sure?” he asked worriedly. She already came in early for the student council. She didn’t need to stay late too.

“It’s fine don’t worry.” She stepped down the staircase and looked back up at him. “What are you waiting for? Aren’t you going to be late for practice?”

Nishinoya looked down at her curiously and smirked. With him standing on the upper stair, now their heights looked equal for the perfect angle.

“To do this,” he murmured before pulling Y/N in for a quick smooch.

She didn’t hesitate to grant him entry and let him explore for a while before pulling away. Her eyes sparkled looking lovingly at him.

“Ja!” he called out before running down the stairs. Nishinoya only sent a haughty look to an embarrassed Shoyo and Kageyama who were looking at anyone but him. A hysterical Tanaka came running up to him.

“Noya! You became a man!” The two best friends hugged and thumped each other on the back.

Daichi and Sugawara came out of their gym only to see the second-year duo crying and hugging each other, while Hinata and Kageyama were suspiciously red.

“I don’t know what’s going on here, but I better see you in the gym warming up soon or there will be hell to pay,” Daichi said as he gritted his teeth. He headed back inside shaking his head.

Sugawara puttered over to Hinata and poked him.

The twitchy first year screamed and relaxed when it was only his senpai.

“What’s going on here?” he whispered to Hinata.

“O-oh. Um. It seems Noya-senpai got a girlfriend.”

“Phfft. Funny joke, Hinata. Seriously what’s going on?” Sugawara asked again.

This time Kageyama interrupted, “no it’s the truth. We saw them on the stairs just now. K—k-is”

The flushed dark-haired boy unable to finish his sentence just threw his milk carton away and walked off muttering something about “warming up” and “volleyball”.

“Huh. It must be the truth then,” Sugawara uttered disbelievingly watching as Nishinoya and Tanaka were now talking about double dates as they entered the gym.

 28 times

 Hinata got on his bike and was now ready to go home when he spotted a familiar boy with a blonde streak. He was about to call out for him when a taller girl stepped next to him. Noya-senpai’s face beamed with happiness and grabbed the girl in for a hug. The two then walked off hand in hand as the sun set behind them.

‘If Noya-senpai can get a girl like that there’s hope for me too!’ Hinata cheered. With that positive thought in mind, he biked vigorously home ten times harder.

#haikyuu!! #haikyu #hq #hq fanfic #nishinoya x you #nishinoya x y/n #haikyuu nishinoya #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya imagine #nishinoya hcs #nishinoya yuu #hq nishinoya #nishinoya fluff #nishinoya scenarios #yuu nishinoya #haikyuu #noya x y/n #noya x you #noya x reader

[la-mariposita-de-palestina]

Rewatching Firebringer :)

Drum go badumbadumbadummm

Girls go eeeeeeeeeeeee

MOLAG MAH QUEEN TELL ME ABOUT MY PRIVILEGE!!!

Her dancing when they say “just as they will”

I love her so much

Mmmm babies

She’s so pretty..look at her all confidence and leaderishness

I like how they avoid saying Smelly Balls name just for the joke

THE DUCK MUST NOT BE ANGERED

*lifts her leg* dancing

Every time I see Tiblyn I get sad lol

Yas Jemilla 💃

Emberly my precious girl

He’s so mad awww

IT SPEAKS CHORN SPEAKS (or sings or whatever)

Ducker my dude chill

Cue Molag..the lier we love

I want to hear tales of the War Master

Tiblyn babyyyy you deserve the world

Most relatable panic face I’ve ever seen

I love when they just stop mid sentence like nope not yet.

PEANUTS IS THE SQUIRREL WHO MURDERED HIS FAMILY AND HE THREATENED THE GUY THAT CAUGHT HIM IN HIS POCKET THAT IF HE DIDN’T FEED HIM AND MAKE AN EMPIRE IN HIS NAME HE WOULD DESTROY HIM AND EVERY APOCALYPSE ON HATCHETFIELD IS A TIME HE WAS SLIGHTED AND HE RESETS TO GIVE THEM ANOTHER CHANCE. I’m ok moving on

*Stops the music*

Ooh

*breaks into song*

the way she clings to the air ahhhhhhh I love Lauren Lopezzzzzz

Lets be honest Keeri and Zazz were cute

“I’ll reinvent the human race, and shove it in Jamilla’s face“ best line

the sun slander in this musical is astronomical. ok bye

IS SHE WRONG. WE MAKE STUFF SO WE CAN DO LESS STUFF. YAY (its more complicated than that i know but like shmer)

Part 1 of Keeri adopting stuff

WELCOME TO THE STONE AGEEEEE (ft Keeri in the background trying to figure out of she’s going to die)

I need context for SM thinking a lion befriended a baby piglet....please

SB encountering any adversity “cOwArD aahhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

Chorn=Groot Chorn=Alien Deity Groot=Alien Deity

*mosquito*

The squirrel tie... Shwoopsie murdered Peanuts’ family and now he reigns supreme in Hatchetfield waiting to exact his revenge on humanity.

Tyblin deserves the love of aN Alien Deity and aN angry caveman. She deserves it all.

*casually lays hand flat on rock waiting for magic hand touching moment of romance* *falls in love* *freaks out and tries killing him* *sing a song*

so wait is it moss?

*cue sad music*

“I’m like the rabbit“ I can’t breath

THEIR VOICES. I LOVE THESE COLLEGE KIDS THAT ARE CLEARLY NO LONGER IN COLLEGE.

They’re so cute.

Duckers voice, he’s def high on something.

HE IS LORD. DUCK IS LORDDDDDDDDD. HE IS LORD LOORD LORDD DUCK IS LORDD

OH TYBLIN BABYYYYY. AHHHHH. I LOVE HER. 27 YEARS. BRO.

“no.” OY SHE IS THE MOST SPECIAL PERSON ALIVE SHE IS WONDERFUL AND PRECIOUS AND SELFLESS LEAVE HER ALONE.

I want to know all the tribe members backstories.

OUCHIEEE

“Don’t be mean to Lauren“ no truer words have been spoken.

snarl is so scary, tell me all a-f*cken bout him

so elegant. so refined.

Jaime needs to sing more, so does Brian, and I want to see Tiffany again.

nom nom

Zazz right there is me on my period. And that quick getting up when you hear something atrocious that angers your very soul. yea.

*angrily kisses*

Tyblinnnnnnnnnnnnnn my girll ahhhhh

“BAABBEE“

I love Jamilla.

the songs in this musicalll

*woosh*

Ow

hahah “time is frozen naowww”

so wait Chorn disappeared cuz she was in her spaceship shooting lazers to make fire...whats SB excuse.... dun dun dunnn

“not quite sure how“ me.

starkid is blessed with song.

“stops the music“

would u look at that... the power is getting to her head and she’s doing what Jamilla used to do...I’m sure someone analyzed the f*ck out of this musical. I’m too lazy to find it or create my own cohesive thoughts tho.

“I did it for you Zazzalil“...foreshadowing their romance??? tbh I wish there was more, maybe they could have made her controlling seem more protective than bossy.

Me when Covid happened and I moved away

*cue the beautiful boi Clark*

and THATS how Jamilla died, she followed a stranger and got eaten.

they’re so cute.

*sigh* oh Grant

Grant is precious and must be protected

I LOVE THIS SONG.

he’s so cuteee

i thought the cat meant something else when i first saw it but ok...

“she doesn't even go here“

Grant noooooo

are you okay SB?

see. i love her. so. yea.

what if i tried something new and it

BACKFIRED

When Chorn is mad at you you know you did a Shwoopsie.

I want to be held in Clarks warm embrace when I doom my society.

so the Watchers with a Thousand Eyes are also the Neanderthals who all married Jamilla and the slaves of Blinky,,,, okay

I want Clark to get rid of the people in my life that I don’t like...

I want a family that makes sparkle sounds and glow every time they leave a room.

DUETTT OF QUEENS

He a soft murder boi.

Keeri adopting things part 2

the offstage voice that sings is the best thing known to man.

CHOOORNN

can someone draw Grant with arm feet?

*sings with a heavenly voice, claims it isn’t God*

Wait I want to know what they are saying on the ground....

DUCKERRRRR SHATTTAPPP

That proposal is actually amazing like yea we don’t agree but like what I gave you a chance? and it’s cuteeee

Uno Reverse Card

squeee, that was nice.

#rewatchers1000 #firebringer #my post #covid #i mention it once and some people are triggered by it so im just tagging just in case

[telli1206]

if you're still accepting drabble requests, maybe a double with 21 and 142; jaylos? 95 would also be nice if you'd rather!

Thanks @irethsune! I’m slipping in a little Harlos too, I hope you don’t mind! 😁

"Quick! Hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

Harry groans and slaps his hand against Carlos’, gritting his teeth as he spreads his lips into his fakest, plastered on smile. Carlos smiles back, trying to keep his gaze focused on Harry. But his eyes keep shifting back to catch a glimpse of the one boy he hopes is actually looking at him.

“Oy, this is ridiculous, pup. I bet Jay isn’t even lookin’.”

Carlos rolls his eyes, knowing he’s at an angle where Jay can’t really see his face. But he’s almost certain Jay is watching them. He’d stake his academic standing on it, actually. 

“Hook,” Carlos grumbles, frustration clear on his face, “can’t you just..shut up? I didn’t ask for your opinion. Just hold up your end of the bargain, ok?”

Harry smirks proudly. "Aw, did that upset ya, runt? Thinkin’ that Jay didn’t care if ya were mine?”

Harry leans forward and tickles Carlos’ chin with his finger, elliciting a low growl and sneer from the boy. Evil, it would definitely ruin the plan if he clocked Harry in the jaw right now...wouldn’t it? Still. It’s tempting.

He turns to follow Harry down the path to his dorm. They’re deliberately walking right past Jay, who’s standing in the middle of the quad, bullshitting with Ben, Chad, and a few other Tourney players. 

Harry pulls Carlos close, releasing their hands in favor of wrapping an arm around Carlos’ waist. Carlos grins at the gesture, especially when he catches a peek at Jay’s head whipping around, eyes following Carlos with Harry as they pass.

“Well will ya look at that,” Harry chuckles quietly. “It looks like someone’s followin’ us.”

Carlos feels giddy with excitement at Harry’s words. He tries to spend their rest of their walk focusing on Harry, keeping up the guise of their “date,” but his mind is like a butterfly, and every distraction can’t stop it from fluttering back to the footsteps trailing behind them.

“Alright then,” Harry sighs as they come up to Carlos’ dorm. “How did ya want ta end this farse?”

Carlos’ eyes flit down the hall, spotting Jay coming towards them. He could feel every fiber of his being vibrate with anticipation.

“Just, make it believable,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “A hug and a peck on the cheek, and get moving.” Carlos’ eyes continue to flicker from Harry to Jay and back, wide with haste to hurry their goodbye along.

Harry hesitates, so Carlos attempts to move things along by surging onto his toes, tipping his head to offer his cheek.

He’s caught off guard, though, when Harry reaches around to grip his head instead, guiding Carlos’ face over with his thumb and pressing a bruising kiss to his lips. 

Carlos whimpers in surprise, but the sound is muffled against Harry’s mouth. He drops back down when Harry’s grip loosens around his neck, and moves to take a step away, but Harry follows with a fast smack to Carlos’ ass. Carlos jumps forward with a yelp, quickly rubbing to numb the sudden and sharp discomfort.

“Yeh should know Harry Hook doesn’t do cheek pecks, pup,” Harry remarks, leaning in close to Carlos. “And I’ll expect that geometry assignment dropped off at my room in the mornin’.”

At that, Harry pulls back with a wink. “Have fun with yer lil thief,” he snorts, turning on his heel just as Jay approaches. Harry smiles into Jay’s scowl, snapping his teeth playfully at the dark-haired boy as he walks straight past him.

“Bye Carlos. Thanks fer a fun time,” Harry calls loudly over his shoulder. He turns back to Carlos, flashing a coy smile and finger wave as he disappears around the corner.

Jay lets his glare drop, walking past Carlos to enter their room, and making a point of hitting shoulders hard enough to send Carlos back into the door frame.

Carlos can’t hide the look of shock on his face from Jay’s unusual roughness. He’s only ever been accustomed to gentleness and care from his best friend and roommate. The ache in his heart from the gesture far exceeds the dull pain he’s ignoring in his shoulder.

“What the fuck was that about?”

Carlos looks up, unprepared for Jay’s tense stare. It stings like fire, but Carlos can’t bear to look away. He forces a swallow to try to moisten the desert in his throat.

“W-what? You mean, Harry?”

Jay tips his head and lets out a frustrated sigh. walking back to his bed and plopping down before returning his gaze to Carlos.

“Yes, Carlos. What the fuck just happened?”

Carlos just wants to melt under Jay’s glare. His dark eyes are piercing. He’s always been able to make Carlos confess his every thought with nothing more than a simple look. 

But if his plan is going to work, Carlos has to stay strong.

So he tries to relax and give his best nonchalant shrug, even when every nerve ending feels like it’s tingling.

“Nothing. It was just a date.”

“...a date?!”

Jay is standing again, taking a few steps back towards the door. Towards Carlos. But he stops just shy of reaching him.

“So...did it go well?” He’s trying not to grind his jaw, but Carlos can see the movement even from his place a few feet away. “I mean, I’m assuming it did, based on what I just saw.”

Carlos takes a breath, rubbing his palms together to soothe his excitement. But the jealousy emanating from Jay feels like a match that’s about to light the gunpowder in his veins.

“Nah, I don’t think I’ll see him again.”

Jay perks up at that, his eyes alight and fists unclenching on their own accord.

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” Carlos sighs, giving his best sad eyes. “He’s a bad kisser.”

Jay’s face slowly spreads into a wide grin, and Carlos fights away the urge for his lips to curl up and meet them.

“Oh yeah? That’s a deal breaker for you?”

“Maybe...” Carlos retorts, watching as Jay takes a tentative step closer. “I don’t feel like it’s too much to ask for someone to know how to kiss me properly, you know?”

Jay takes another slow step, and Carlos can’t fight away a smile anymore. Jay’s face is lit up like a beam of light, and Carlos can feel the warm glow from deep inside.

“I don’t think that’s too much to ask, ‘Los.”

He’s right in front of Carlos now, and he can feel the heat from Jay’s body as if their chests are pressed together. Jay bring a hand up to Carlos’ face, and Carlos lets his eyes slip shut as Jay gently brushes fingers along his cheek.

“I think I know someone that could help you there, if you’re interested.”

Carlos opens his eyes again, looking right into the deep pools of almost black that he’s grown so fond of. He perks a brow, his smile stretching to the outermost corners of his mouth.

“I think I just might be.”

#jaylos #harlos #jay x carlos #jay son of jafar #Carlos De Vil #descendants #drabble prompt

[miastideclock]

3RACHA Reaction To Their Girlfriend Speaking A Different Language

heyyy? could i request a 3racha reaction to their gf being from a diff country, and how theybreact to her talking her native language on the phone or when she's upset or something??? thank youuu

hEAVY WARNING, i speak NONE of these languages fluently, so like- bear with me, and please let me know if I’ve made any mistakes ehehe thanks y’all, i like barely understand two of them, ehe

Major thanks to  @stoysolaxd​ for helping with the Spanish part! 

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CB97 (Bang Chan)

NORWAY

Sitting in the studio while your boyfriend was working was one of your favorite pastimes, which worked out quite well, as that was where Chan spent ninety percent of his freetime. You sat on the floor, your back leaning against the couch, your arms resting on the coffee-table in front of you as you noted on the pieced of paper you had.

“What do you think?” Chan asked after a few minutes of silence, turning around to look at you. The sheet you had at your hands, was lyrics and notes Chan had written, waiting for your approval.

“I love it, I absolutely do. Just give it-” You started, but your phone soon went off. You quickly apologized to Chan and picked up, seeing as it was your mother. Chan instantly nodded, it not being a problem. It was a very casual studio session, so there was no hurry or stress around anything.

You greeted your mother, who cut right to the chase, asking if you were bringing Chan home for christmas.

“Ja, jeg kan snakke med ham om det. Okay, mamma- men har du tenkt på at kanskje han vil feire jul hjemme? Nei, det er greit, jeg skal spør han senere. Vi snakkes senere, glad i deg.” *”Yeah, I can talk to him about it. Okay, but mum? What if he wants to spend Christmas at home, did you thing about that? No, okay, I’ll ask him later. Talk to you later, love you.”

Chan had told you this before, but it never stopped being the truth- he could listen to you speak Norwegian forever. The way you rolled your r-s and how different it sounded to both Korean and English. He also admired that you could speak so many different languages so effortlessly.

After you hung up, you turned to look at your boyfriend looking at you with a dreamy look in his eyes. “Are you okay?” You asked him as you placed your phone back in your pocket and got to your feet, walking over to him.

“Yeah. I just can’t believe I’m dating a bilingual queen.” He said, smiling, making you laugh.

“Actually, there is something my mum asked about.” You started, sitting down on his lap as he had leaned back in his office chair. He hummed as a way to make you continue. “She wants so meet you. You have any plans for Christmas?”

Chan turned his head so he was looking directly at you, his jaw having dropped by now. “Really? She wants me there?” His words were happier than you had ever heard them before. You nodded with a chuckle, pulling your phone back out and going onto SnapChat. You quickly snapped a picture and started typing.

“Han sa ja. Plis vær greie når vi er der!” *”He said yes. Please be good when we’re there!”

SPEARB (Seo Changbin)

GERMANY

The couch in the studio was the most comfortable thing you had ever sat on, which was great, since you seemed to find yourself here all the time. Especially now, right before a comeback. You would spend day and night in here, helping Changbin and the boys. 

But today, it was only the two of you. He was sat reading over some note she had gotten from another JYP producer, trying to figure out who he could incorporate that into their new song. 

“Babe, it’s been a few hours since we last ate. How about I go down to that place you like on the next block, and I bring back some food to enjoy while we take a little break?” You suggested after a few minutes of silence. He looked at you with a smile and nodded, about to say what he wanted, but was cut off by your phone blaring a familiar ringtone. You quickly excused yourself to answer it.

“Hey, ist es wichtig? Ja, ich bin gerade mit meinem Freund im Studio. Kann ich dich zurück rufen? OK, tolle! Tschüss!” *”Hey, is it important? Yeah, I’m at the studio with my boyfriend right now. Can I call you back? Okay, great! Bye!”

It had been one of your friends from back home, but you could call them back later when you walked to the shop. When you turned back, Changbin was looking at you with a big smile. You gave him a look, essentially asking him what he was smiling about. But without him having to say anything, you connected the dots.

i’ve connected the two dots, you didn’t connect shit i’ve connected them

You and your boyfriend had talked about it time and time again, that he loved listening to you talk in your mothertongue. His biggest dream was going to Germany with you, and listen to you order dinner, talk to you family, or just listen to you sleep-talk in german. 

“You sound good, baby.” He smiled, and right after those words left his lips, his eyes lit up.

“That’s it! The backing! The speaking- who says it has to be in Korean?! They should be in german! Babe, you could do that, right?” He was ecstatic, so much so that you completely forgot how nervous you got in the booth- but that was a problem for later. Right now, you and your boyfriend decided to go to the restaurant and eat there, as a way to get their mind completely refreshed.

J.ONE (Han Jisung)

SPAIN

Jisung had been sitting in the studio since this morning, not having gotten the chance to eat, promising himself he would as soon as he got the track just perfect. But being the perfectionist he was, he had issues with that. 

Luckily for him, he had you as his girlfriend, who always made sure he was okay. So as soon as you realized he hadn’t eaten or drank any water in what is presumably way too long, you went to town. 

You picked up different types of meats and carbs, not knowing what he was in the mood for. When you had gotten back, he was in the bathroom, so you took the opportunity to make the spread pleasing to the eye. You used the coffee table in the room, and placed the different dished out, making it look as yummy as you could. 

“Oh hey, I didn’t realize you were back- Woah! What’s all this?” Jisung spoke as he entered the room, not seeing the table at first. 

“Well, I didn’t want my little musical talent to go hungry, so I brought you a little something.” You smiled, proud of the presentation. 

“First of all, never call me that again ew. Second, this isn’t a little something- this is a buffet!” He said, making you laugh at both his first and second statement. He then hugged you tightly, thanking you from the bottom of his heart. You hugged him back, letting your head rest on his chest.

However, your moment was ruined when your phone started ringing, the sound coming from your purse. You pulled away from the hug and saw it was your co-worker. You quickly picked up, already being asked if you could cover their shift.

“Oye, acabo de ver tu mensaje. No puedo hacer eso ya que estoy en Corea en este momento, visitando a mi novio. Lo siento. ¡Vale adiós!” *”Hey, I just saw your message. I can't do that since I'm in Korea right now, visiting my boyfriend. Sorry. OK, bye!”

You then hung up, placing your phone back in your purse. “Let’s eat!” You spoke, sitting down on the floor by the coffee table, not caring for the couch. Jisung followed suit, giving you a grin as he did so. “What?” You finally asked.

“You’re so hot when you speak Spanish.” He grinned, making you chuckle and roll your eyes. He had told you this before, so it wasn’t anything new. 

“Just eat you dork.”

Hope you like it!!

-Bentley

#kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop requests #kpop drabble #kpop reactions #kpop one shot #3racha #bangchan #cb97 #3racha cb97 #han jisung #j.one #3racha j.one #seo changbin #spearb #3RACHA spearb #3racha reactions #3racha scenarios #3racha requests #3racha one shot #stray kids bang chan #stray kids #stray kids requests #stray kids reactions #stray kids drabble

[captainlitebrite]

also not to kvetch too much but my body is being a real fuckin asshole today so if it could cut that shit out that’d be great

#this is so tmi but #i have been having ccccccrippling gut cramps intermittently for like the last month lol #word on the street is that it's my repro organs shuttin down bc i haven't menstruated in like three years? anyway. it's a bad feeling. #also my back has just been like #mannnn i know i messed it up from binding for so long or whatever but sometimes im like 'yo i did Real Damage' lmfao bc the pain #and paraesthesia and dysesthesia #oy vey #i have a whole host of other complaints too but i'll spare yall the whining #OK I'M DONE I'M OVER IT OFF TO WORK BYE

[beykhabarr]

Send me all plews. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 9 he kya...nahi he

OKAY HII SORRY ITTA TIME LAGAYA MAINI BUT LAGI PADI HAI YAHAN AND YOU KNOW IT SO U CAN BE MAD BUT DONT PLS IM SORRY.

1)

2) The real reason this took so much time was because I couldn't put to words how much you mean to me, 16 years you've been a constant companion in light and dark, it is very hard for me to tell you how much you mean to me without running out of words, but everytime I sit down to right this my mind keeps going back to the moon, you know how everyday we go for our little walks the first thing we do is look for the moon? It's presence makes everything more beautiful. That is you, sometimes we just stand by each other, without words and that is enough, silence with you isin’t awkward, silence with you is comforting. You're home, you're home,you're home.

3)The tropical fungus Ophiocordyceps infects ants’ central nervous systems. By the time the fungi been in the insect bodies for nine days, they have complete control over the host’s movements. They force the ants to climb trees, then convulse and fall into the cool, moist soil below, where fungi thrive. Once there, the fungus waits until exactly solar noon to force the ant to bite a leaf and kill it. 

4) 2 hain tere liye kyu ke behen hai tu

5) I ship you with Percy Jackson you legit talk about him alll the time. Ya phir woh tumhar Cat Noir..I

6)(pagal hai kya ye ask me anything tha)

7)Oooohhh Pata Nahiinn Jiii Kaaaunn saa Nashaaaa Kartaaa haaiiiiii~~~~

Also I love you oye. Cannot imagine a life without you so well you're very نایاب to me.

8)

Ok bye

I hope u like it

Sorry again

#momo meri aan baan aur shaan #momo #dark sisters #asks

[billiesa]

Truñeo : mmmm

* bosteza*

Treuñeo : eh

??? Miau

Truñeo : dyavol ?

Dyavol : miau

Truñeo : que haces ahí!?

Dyavol : miau

Truñeo : mmm pero que hora será ?

Dyavol : miau

Truñeo : tienes hambre ?

Dyavol : miau

Truñeo : mejor vamos

* truñeo baja de la cama va con dyavol a la cocina*

Truñeo : bueno dyavol te daré tus galletas

Dyavol : miau

* truñeo va por las galletas de gato*

Dyavol : miau

Truñeo : toma

Dyavol : miau

* dyavol empieza a comer las galleta*

Truñeo : jeje si que tienes mucha hambre

*Bribra el celu de truñeo *

Truñeo: eh

Truñeo : toma dyavol una galleta mas

* truñeo va a sentarse a una silla *

Truñeo : ahora que paso

* truñeo saca su celular*

Truñeo : oh un mensaje

* entra al chat*

* en el chat*

??? : Hola

Truñeo : hola alexia

Alexia : como te va ?

Truñeo : bien y tu ?

Alexia : también todo bien

Alexia : oye truñeo

Truñeo : si?

Alexia : me puedes a acompañar al centro comercial a comprar ?

Truñeo : oh ok

Truñeo : ah qué hora nos vemos

Alexia : mmm puede ser a las 03:45

Truñeo : ok

*truñeo sale del chat*

Truñeo : valla tendré que salir

* entra alguien*

Truñeo : eh

Truñeo : oh hola Camí buenos días

Camila : eh

Camila : oh buenos días truñeo

Camila : que quieres desayunar ?

Truñeo : galletas con leche

Camila :ok

Truñeo: voy ami cuarto a vestirme

Camila : ok

* truñeo va asu cuarto a vestirse*

Truñeo : mmm que me pondré hoy?

Truñeo : ya se esto me pondré

* después de vestirse y arreglarse *

Camila : truñeo ya es hora de que comas tu leche con galletas !

Truñeo : ya voy

Truñeo : oye cami

Camila : si?

Truñeo: como me veo

Camila : mmm te vez bien

Truñeo : encerio ?

Camila : si te vez bien pero come tus galletas con leche

Truñeo : gracias y ok

* va donde la mesa a comer*

Truñeo : oye cami

Camila : si ?

Truñeo : qué hora es ?

Camila : las 03:30

Truñeo : espera encerio !?

Camila : si

Truñeo :pero que rápido vuela el tiempo

Camila : si cierto

* truñeo come rápido sus galletas con leche*

Camila : adónde vas a ir ?

Truñeo : voy a salir con una amiga

Camila : oh ok

Truñeo : estoy iendo

Camila : ok

Camila : bye

Truñeo : bye cami

* truñeo sale de su casa sasu celu entra al chat*

Truñeo: donde estas ?

Alexia : ahi

* Truñeo levanta su cabeza *

Truñeo : eh

Truñeo : alexia?

Alexia : hola truñeo

Truñeo hola alexia vamos ?

Alexia : ok vamos cami

*está historia continúara*