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grapementos · 11 months

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don’t blink

aged up kaminari x reader

“three.. two.. one.. go!”

as soon as sero’s hand rose, you and denki engaged in a hardcore, life on the line staring contest.

the rest of class 3A surrounded the two of you in the common area, bets being placed over who would blink first.

“c’mon, y/n, i know you just looove staring into my eyes, but let’s make this quick, yeah?”

you chuckled, resting your hands on the table separating the two of you, “oh, kami, you flatter yourself.”

“y/n’s totally gonna win—denki’s probably gonna ‘forget’ and blink accidentally.”

“no way! denki’s actually really good at staring contests. as for y/n, i don’t know; i’ve never gone against them.”

you ignored the hushed whispers from your classmates and scooted in, a sly smirk making its way onto your face.

“don’t give me that look.”

“the look of a winner?”

“the look of a cheater.”

you placed your hand on your chest, mock offended, “i strategize, not cheat.”

“pretty sure giving me goo-goo eyes is cheating.”

“it actually isn’t—” iida began before being shushed by mina.

“what, you don’t like my goo-goo eyes?” you hummed, reaching across the table for denki’s hand.

“i’ll zap you.”

“quirk use is cheating—” iida interjected.

“yeah, kami.” you grinned, linking your pinky with his, “zap me and you lose.”

he grumbled, his eyes beginning to water, “pretty sure hand holding is against the rules.”

“again, it’s—”

“shut up, iida!” the rest of the class groaned in unison.

you unfocused your eyes and let your lids fall a little, giving the burn some relief. your eyes were trained on denki’s searching his entire face for any sign of giving in.

his cheeks were a little flushed, hand clammy against yours.

“what’s the matter? nervous?”

he scoffed with too much confidence, “pssh, no way! my eyes are wide open, baby. i got this.”

“the redness tells a different story.” you tilted your head, “and are those tears i spy?”

a few strands of hair started to rise and frizz from his head, a telltale sign that he was close to giving up, “nope, not from this guy.”

you stared at him intensely, wordlessly as you tried your hardest to suppress the increasing burn in your eyes.

denki looked away for the first time since the competition started, “quit looking at me like that.”

“like what?” you chuckled, resting your cheek on your free hand, “like i’m about to beat you?”

his cheeks had grown increasingly pink-er, his eyes still on whatever was to his right. finally, when his eyes did land on you again, you jumped in your seat when a shock ran from your finger and through the rest of your body.

naturally, you blinked, forgetting all about the contest, “ow, no quirk use!”

“y/n wins on the grounds of kaminari using his quirk.” iida ruled, clapping his hands.

some classmates groaned, some grinned and counted their newfound lunch money.

kirishima clapped his hand on denki’s shoulder, “c’mon, man, you totally could’ve won!”

“they were eye-fucking me!” denki whined, “what was i supposed to do? i was being violated!”

you laughed, smoothing down your hair, “excuses, excuses. but now i get to use my quirk on you.”

denki shrunk in his seat, his eyes finally coming back into focus, “have mercy.”

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suckishima · 6 months

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loool the line from the dateko third years wishing karasuno's uniforms were pink bc they'd look friendlier always makes me laugh

#p sure they changed or left out that line in the anime but i liike it lol #hq #third years #karasuno #dateko #suga #asahi #daichi #sasaya #kamasaki #moniwa #2021 reread #x

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rendy-a · 10 months

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Ready to Dance with the Third Years

This is the last preview before the event comes. I'll probably get to 500 followers some time this week, so watch for it! I hope you've been enjoying these little mood-setting fics until then.

“Awe, come on, Prefect,” Cater wined, “Just one shot?” You rolled your eyes back at him, “And who would I even dance with?” Today you were in the courtyard with the third year students turning it into a ballroom dance space via magic. Well, mostly magic. You were just trailing around the seniors and doing any odd task they handed to you. When Cater had called you over, you expected some odd job to run and not…this. “This place is totally camable but I just need some dancing to really light up those likes. Come on, Prefect, do a friend a favor?”

You hesitate; it’s not that you are unwilling its just that you don’t know how to dance. You hesitatingly admit to this face and Cater is astonished. What? It’s not like everyone knows how to dance! Looking for back-up, you call over to Trey, “You understand, right Trey? Just not everyone knows how to do these fancy dances.” He adjusts his glasses and gives you a surprisingly evil looking grin, “Oh, I can’t say I do, Prefect. I’ve been dancing with Riddle since we were kids.” Your expression must look astonished based off the laughter of the Heartslabyul boys. “Yeah, Riddle always did enjoy orderly ballroom dances and liked to teach Chey’na and I.” You could well picture it.

That doesn’t mean that everyone dances though! You sweep your gaze over the room, looking for an ally in this. You mistakenly rest your eyes for just a short moment on Rook but that was too long to escape notice. In fact, by the way he quickly rose and came to join you in your conversation, it was obvious that he had been listening. “Why, Trickster, you have not yet had the joy of dancing with a partner? C'est vrai?” You don’t respond but that in no way discourages Rook from continuing on. With a dramatic gesture, he lays his hand to his head, “To never feel the heat of your dear one in your arms as you twirl beneath the moonlight? Quelle dommage! But Trickster, is this not the perfect opportunity to learn?”

Then, with a sly look on his face, he adds, “Perhaps you shall even find a Prince Charming to partner with,” and looks pointedly at a garden bench. You look tentatively over it and find an annoyed Leona napping on the other side. He seems as though he intends to ignore you but Rook approaches the end of the bench and allows Leona’s tail, flicking in agitation, to brush against his glove. In a moment, Leona is up and sliding to the far end of the bench and away from the huntsman. Rook smiles, “Why it is Roi des Lions! I wonder what brings you to this bench?”

Trey and Cater join you in leering over the side of the bench, all present knowing that Leona is here slacking off from duty. You smile as wickedly as the others, “Gee Leona, what ARE you doing over here?” Leona considers the attention, twitches an ear and remarks, “So the Herbivore needs to learn to dance, huh?” You point your finger at him and shout, “Don’t change the subject!” It’s no use though, he has appealed to the crowd successfully and Cater jumps right onboard, “Yeah, I’m going to get a great shot of the Prefect dancing for my magicam…just as soon as they learn how!” You consider trying to appeal to Trey but when you turn your head, you see he now has that same wicked smile directed at you. Traitor.

You scratch your head thoughtfully and attempt to weasel your way out of the situation, “It’s not so much that I NEED to learn to dance, its more like I just…am choosing not to dance. Be…because there isn’t any music. I mean, if there was music, I totally would but there isn’t so…” Then you give your shoulders an exaggerated shrug as if to say, ‘Looks like there is nothing to be done.’ Suddenly, a dulcet tune played on violin reverberates in the courtyard. Your expression drops in dismay as you turn to find Lilia holding an instrument. “It’s quite a shame Malleus isn’t here. He is far better at playing this one than I. Unfortunately, it appears that someone failed to deliver an invitation to him.” Cater guiltily looks away. “However, I’d still be delighted to play a tune for the Prefect so they can learn to dance. Dancing is an essential skill for young people.” He then gives you a delighted chuckle, mischief sparkling in his eyes.

You force out a thin smile, “Oh, great. Thanks ever so much, Lilia.” You’ve amused him, you see it in his face full of plump cheek and gentle eyes. It was nothing like the smile Leona was giving you; that was sharp, predatory, and calculating. “So, what’s it going to be, Herbivore? More excuses or are you going to show me what you’ve got?” You raise your chin and give him the haughtiest look you could manage, “Well, Your Highness, if you are going to call for me to dance, how shall I refuse?” Then you turn as you walk to position and jibe, “I just hope your feet feel the same way afterwards.”

Leona gives you a tight look, but you feel that warning is fair. You weren’t wrong, learning to dance was a bit more difficult than you expected. It’s not even that you stepped on his feet on purpose, it’s more like you think you’ve finally gotten the steps only to have him turn unexpectedly or move in a different way and suddenly, there you are stomping all over his toes. Leona was not amused but it felt like everyone else was. You could see the snickering each time you stumbled. Finally, someone was unable to hold it in, “Kwe he he!” came a laugh from the shadows and Leona whips his head around and snarks, “If you think you can do better, Radish Sprouts, feel free to cut in!” A yelp and flare of flame confirms Leona had identified the source of laughter correctly.

Idia slowly creeps out from behind a tree and looks nervously at the group. You can tell he is mumbling but cannot make out the words. From the way Leona’s mouth creases into a tight line, you suspect he can. “Does Idia know how to dance?” you ask in disbelief. Idia gets a crazed half grin showcasing his sharp teeth and brags, “You’re a total noob. I’ve got high score on all the Doko Dance games. I’ve also memorized every cheer for my favorite idol groups. Some might call me a pro even!” Leona doesn’t enjoy the challenge and remarks dryly, “Well, well, it looks like Radish Sprouts wants to dance with the star of the ball after all.” Then he swivels you to face Idia and gives you a little push.

You crash into Idia and its like you’ve tripped some switch to send him into panic mode. The smile is wiped from his face and his fiery hair flames into a brighter red tone. “What happened? How did I trigger so much aggro? I need to perform a stealth check to get out of this situation. I don’t want to get paired up with the noob on this mission!” Unfortunately, this time you are close enough to Idia to hear his rambling. You aren’t mad, not really, because you’ve long since come to understand that Idia just is this way. He can be annoying but is mostly harmless, except to your ego.

A sharp clicking of heals alerts you to someone’s approach. “Is this where everyone has been? I’ve finished the Pomefiore section flawlessly, but it looks like the rest of you still have work to do.” Vil finished his rebuke in a cold tone. Idia squeeks and rushes off. The others leave in a much more casual manner but seem to agree it’s not worth going against Vil over. Except for Leona. He bares his teeth and drawls, “I was so looking forward to the work, but it seems the poor Herbivore here needs a Prince to teach them to dance.” He steps toward you, but Vil smoothly steps in between to block him.

“I may not be a real prince, but I play one on TV. I assure you that, by the time the set-up is finished, I’ll have the Prefect dancing to the Pomefiore standard.” Vil cooly replies. Leona gives a mock bow and saunters off to prod his dorm students into finishing the Savanahclaw chores. You give Vil an awkward smile, “Gee, thanks for helping me.” He smiles at you in a way that isn’t comforting at all, “Don’t be so eager to thank me, Prefect. I am quite the demanding teacher.”

You found this to be true. Vil danced with an easy grace and skillfully avoided your clumsy steps. Each mistake though was met with unforgiving correction. It was a hard afternoon of practice but true to his word, by the time the sun was beginning to set, you could passably waltz. You remarked on how good he was at teaching dance. “I should be. I’ve had my fair share of whipping country potatoes into shape. You are hardly even the worst case I’ve had this year,” he responds with an amused grin. You picture Epel when he says this and silently promise to treat him to something nice at lunch tomorrow.

Finally, the last of the tasks needed for the goodwill dance are complete. You head home to Ramshackle, weary but satisfied. As you pass along the fence of the dorm, you spot some tell-tale green lights in the distance. A small grin alights your face and you quicken your pace. “Tsunataro!” you greet. In the twilight, the fae prince was quite an intimidating sight but never seemed as such to you. A barely perceivable smile sits on his lips as he returns the greeting. “You missed the set-up earlier,” you comment, “were you busy?” A strike of lightning flashes in the distance and you decide you should maybe let that subject drop.

“Well, it was boring anyway. You didn’t really miss anything,” you begin, “Oh! Except for one thing! I learned to dance.” You allow a prideful expression to grace your face. “So now I’m fully ready to dance with the next damsel or Prince I come across.” Malleus chuckles deeply, “Oh, so you are requesting a dance from me, Prefect?” You startle, realizing how your random comment could be interpreted that way, “Oh no, not…I mean yes. I do request the honor of a dance. If you are willing…” You trail off and look nervously at your friend. When he smiles at you and gives a hearty laugh, you smile back before holding out your hand.

The goodwill dance was only a few days away, but you were no longer afraid. In this single day, you’d danced with a celebrity and two princes. The time to be nervous was over. You were the Prefect of Ramshackle dorm and a traveler of worlds. This dance had better be prepared for you! You grin up at the darkening sky, feeling your confidence surge. You were ready to be the star of your own story. Starting with this dance.

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sweetarethediscords · 10 months

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“Fool Me Once” - Part 5

Pairing: Kacchako, Bakugou Katsuki/Uraraka Ochako

CW: Cheating, Underage Drinking

<- Previous Part | From the Beginning

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Katsuki was able to spend the rest of the weekend in seclusion.

The small stash of food he kept in his dorm room mini fridge and the convection cooktop he stored under his bed for the nights the more inept members of his class had cooking duty served him well, allowing him to stay in his little bubble. A bubble where everything was quiet, where he could get lost in books, build that Gundam model his mom bought for him last Christmas. No manga or music though. The manga he read was much too… optimistic, and the music would mean his phone would have to be on.

Maybe for this Christmas he’d ask for a record player. Anything to make cell phones less of a necessary evil than they already were, filled with stupid text messages, and pictures, and status updates, and shame, and guilt.

He couldn’t do anything about the necessary evil known as time, however, but if he ever met someone with a Time Manipulation quirk he’d sure as shit make good friends with them if it meant avoid shit like the long, agonizing walk to Homeroom after shattering one of your best friends’ heart and lying to her about it.

Well not lying, omitting the truth about it.

Going behind her back and manipulating her.

Betraying her and having the gaul to think he did it for her honor.

And then ignore her after the fact because he was too much of a self-loathing selfish prick to take his fucking guilt on the chin.

Maybe he should call out sick. His stomach was starting to cramp.

“Bakubro!” Eijirou called, giving Katsuki a moment of warning before he clapped his hand onto his shoulder. “I thought you died or something! Were you that hung over? The guys and I’ve been texting you like crazy.”

Katsuki glanced over to find the redhead smiling much too tightly, his jaw tense, a vein bulging in the corner of his temple. Ei’s eyes shifted, gesturing over and over again to something just behind them.

Katsuki, against his best interest, looked over his shoulder and found a mound of pink curls and two, watery, black eyes.

“Oh Kitty Kat!” Mina lamented, taking his attention as permission to hug him. “I’m so sorry! You must be so heartbroken!”

Her arms, meant to be comforting, felt like a vice around his waist.

“I’m proud of you for coming out today. And I’m so so so sorry for not checking in on you! I was just so worried about Chako Chip that—

“Don’t worry about it, Pinky,” he patted her hand before peeling her arms off of him. He cleared his throat and asked the question he’d been avoiding. “How’s she holding up?”

Mina pursed her lips into a sour pout. “I was hoping you’d know.”

Katsuki’s chest hurt. “Why the hell would I know?”

“Because both of you have been holed up in your rooms since that night. I figured if y’all weren’t talking to us you’d at least be talking with each other.” She turned to Eijirou and grabbed his arm. “Now I’m really worried, Ei. Chako wasn’t at breakfast this morning. Tsu hasn’t—”

Eijirou took her hand in his and brought it up to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “I’m sure she just needs time, babe.” His eyes left her face to look at Katsuki. “You sure you’ve heard nothing?”

“My phone’s been off.” He fished the glorified glass brick out of his pocket. “I could check.”

“Yeah, check it once we get to class, bro.” He grabbed Katsuki’s shoulder again, a slight bit of tension in the hold that only made Katsuki’s stomach cramp more. “Don’t be surprised if you get a bunch of notifs though, we all were trying to get a hold of you.”

Katsuki rolled his shoulder to knock Ei’s hand off. “You could have knocked, ya know? I fucking live next door to you.”

“’Unless you’re dying, I’m dying, or the whole class is fucking dying, don’t fucking knock on my door,’” Ei replied in his best, curmudgeonly impression of the blond. “I didn’t hear you die, and you weren’t responding to texts so—” He shrugged. “I figured you just needed space.”

What I need is for whatever you want me to look at on my phone to not be there, Katsuki thought. Instead he just tsked, and rolled his eyes. “Fine. Right call. I would have blasted your face in.”

The walk down the hall to their homeroom was haunting. Was the hall always this quiet? Did it always echo their footsteps like that? Katsuki’s palms were sweating, his cramping stomach knotting tighter and tighter with each step. The only thing keeping him moving was his own stubbornness and the pair of footsteps trailing right behind him.

He grabbed the door handle, grip a little more crushing than intended, and held his breath as he opened it – not knowing what to find.

They were greeted with laughter. Happy, bubbly laughter.

Much too happy, bubbly laughter from someone who’s heart had been ripped out of her chest just short of 48 hours ago.

Ochako was laughing up a storm with Denki and Hanta, Tsu standing by her side the only ill-fitting piece to the scene with her uneasy smile compared to the wide grins of the others. The uneasy smile drifted towards Mina, froggy eyes pleading in confusion, searching for an answer Katsuki knew Mina couldn’t give.

He couldn’t give it either, unable to help his direct befuddled glare at her as he stepped beside her.

“Hey, Bakugou!” Her chipper disposition hit his chest before rising up to meet his face. “I was hoping you’d show up. You feeling better?”

“Yeah. Cheeks. Doing just peachy.” He scanned her expression, watching carefully for the truth behind that megawatt smile. There was no way she’d recovered that quickly. When her favorite manga ended she was red-eyed and mopey for a full week after. And that series had a happy ending. “And you?”

She shrugged and giggled. A forced giggle. More even and clipped on the edges, that her usual melodic laugh. “Finally got over my headache, thank goodness.” She looked to Denki and Hanta and rolled her eyes. “Remind me never to mix schnapps and vodka again.”

They laughed.

“I’m telling ya ‘Chako you gotta go green with me one day,” Hanta said. “No more hangovers, still having a good time, and it’ll save your liver.”

Ochako giggled again. “Maybe next time.” She turned back to Katsuki. “I wanted to ask if you were feeling up to a spar session tonight.”

“Tonight?” He looked past the bright facade in her eyes and found the pleading. Guilt made his chest ache. “What time?”

“Anytime works for me. Just gotta finish up whatever homework we get assigned today then I’m free as a bird.”

“We got that thing after dinner, Bakubro, remember?” Hanta interjected, pointedly staring at him. This had to be part of whatever bullshit Eijirou was hinting at.

Katsuki groaned. “It ain’t gonna take the whole fucking night, will it?”

“I don’t think so, but ya never know. When us guys get together—”

“How’s seven sound?” He cut him off. He didn’t want to spend anymore time necessary with the fuckers right now. Not when they were the dumbasses that got him into this fucking mess.

Ochako’s smile inched even wider. “Seven sounds, perfect. Meet you at our usual room?”

“Yup.”

The warning bell rang, prompting them to take their seats.The desk behind Katsuki’s remained empty.

Course the nerd wouldn’t show the fuck up. The future number one is probably clutching All Might’s pant leg crying about—

Aizawa entered the room just before the late bell rang, Izuku following behind with his head down before he broke off to take his seat.

Katsuki fought against the urge to trip him, and instead pulled out his phone to keep from giving the nerd the satisfaction of a death glare and turned it on. It shook in his hand violently as he held it hidden under his desk, each pulse of a new notification slicking his palms in more sweat. He wiped his hand on his pants, passing the phone from hand to hand so it wouldn’t slip out and clatter on the floor until the buzzing stopped.

42 notifications. The top message read: “Operation Milo Emergency Meeting. 2nd floor study hall, library north wing. 6pm.”

Fuck.

🔍🔍🔍🔍🔍

“So,” Hanta said with a heavy sigh. “That didn’t go as planned.”

“Of course it fucking didn’t, numbnuts!” Katsuki roared, voice shaking off the sound proof glass. “Where’s you fucking ‘class unity’ now, huh?!”

“I’m sure it ain’t that bad guys,” Tetsu naively reassured. “I saw Uraraka on my way back from math class. She was smiling!”

“She was smiling, but everyone else isn’t,” Shoto said, pretty boy face drawn into a pretty boy pout. “In all my three years here I’ve never had a quiet meal unless it was after a huge battle. You could hear a pin drop during lunch and dinner.”

“Thanks for stepping up to fight against Midoriya in one v. ones today, Sho,” Ei said. “Last thing we need is Aizawa catching on to what happened.

“Tch. Fucking please. Teach already knows.” Katsuki crossed his arms over his chest squeezing himself to stave off the growing urge to knock every last one of them’s teeth in. “Wasn’t a coincidence that he and Aizawa came in to home room together, and it wasn’t a fucking coincidence that the nerd wasn’t asked a fucking question during any of our classes.”

“Shit.” Tetsu’s teeth worried at his bottom lip. “You think we’re gonna get detention or something?”

“I think Aizawa couldn’t give a rat’s ass so long as this bullshit doesn’t fuck with our studies.”

“And besides,” Shoji added, voice calm and measured. “Outside of the party stuff, if anyone were to be punished it’d be Bakugou.”

Katsuki straightened up, glaring daggers into Shoji’s eyes. “You wanna run that back?”

Shoji was unperturbed by his ire. “Operation Milo was your idea, wasn’t it? You wanted to do something to press the issue.” The unjudging, matter-of-fact way of speaking sent a chill down Katsuki’s spine. “Too much pressure too quickly causes things to break.”

Katsuki ground his teeth. “Then why didn’t you stop me?”

“Enough burns to the face have taught us all to leave well enough alone when you’ve set your mind to something.”

“Shoji, dude,” Ei admonished lightly, and placed a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder. “We all wanted to do something and your idea—”

Katsuki swatted his hand away. “Don’t try it, Shitty Hair. He’s gotta point.”

A heavy silence lingered as each beat of Katsuki’s heart threatened to cave his chest in.

“So what do we do now?” Shoto asked.

“Fucking nothing,” Katsuki scoffed. “We’ve already shit the bed. No use rolling around in it.”

“Or we could clean the sheets,” Hanta offered. “If Midoriya and Uraraka show everyone that there’s no bad blood between them—”

“But Chako is all smiles.” Tetsu interrupted. “Why would anyone—”

“Because she’s faking it,” Katsuki answered. “If things were good between her and the nerd they’d be talking to each other, eating lunch like usual, goofing around with Glasses… the girls only lunch they had today is proof enough that everything isn’t okay.”

“Well, you’re sparring with her after this, right?” Hanta asked, already knowing the answer. “Talk to her about Midoriya, see if you can—”

“I ain’t seeing shit. I already fucked her up enough.” Katsuki grabbed his gym bag and stood. “I ain’t playing mind games with her.”

“Where are you going?” Shoto asked.

“This conversation is going nowhere. We made this mess, meddling will only spread the shit. Let’s just fucking lie in it and let time work it out.”

He slammed the door behind him as he left, cutting off whatever bullshit excuse they were about to spew next.

Katsuki’s knees gave out just outside the gym, the guilt, the nerves, the self loathing finally getting the better of him. He managed to make it to a nearby tree and leaned his head back up against the trunk as he sat and tried to catch the breath that kept escaping him. Fuck sparring with Cheeks, his heart was racing enough to make up for all the cardio routines he skipped this weekend.

Would telling her make it better? Worse? How fragile was she? She hadn’t texted him this weekend while he was AWOL, so maybe she was holding up better than he realized. Or maybe someone let it slip that he masterminded this whole fiasco, that he Izuku was shopping around with Melissa and the sparring session was a ruse for her to kick his ass.

Honestly he deserved to have his ass kicked, deserved to let the earth swallow him whole and send him down to—

Two small, soft, finger-padded hands clasped the sides of his face, clearing the tears blurring his vision.

When had he started crying?

“Bakugou? Are you alright?” Ochako asked.

He sniffled, blinking his eyes to clear the tears. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?” She wiped a tear from his cheek with her thumb. “It’s okay if you aren’t.” A sad smile, a true smile curled her lips. “I know I’ve cried so much these past few days my pillow is waterlogged.”

A fresh spring of tears welled up in his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

She shook her head and tutted. “You don’t have to apologize for crying to me. We’ve been through a lot.” She stood and offered out her hand. “Let’s throw it all out on the mat, huh? I’m warning you now though. My hits are really gonna pack a punch.”

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Next Part ->

#kacchako #kacchako fanfic #angst #cheating #romance #friends to lovers #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #uraraka ochako #uraraka #bnha #third years #aged up characters #fool me once

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kamapon · 7 days

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Yeah, Iorin, tell us.... :3c

#idolish7 #ainana #third years #iori izumi #tamaki yotsuba #haruka isumi #wip #doujinshi #i7

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mothoka · 2 years

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@adrianasunderworld

happy let's appreciate theses damb ghost day!

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haniprecards · 7 months

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#hayasaka akari #third years #love #five #hanipre #honeyworks premium live #haniwa #honeyworks #scene

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alastor-simp · 7 months

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TWST ZODIAC #4

Don't forget to comment your zodiac and who you got below. Enjoy

Scenario #4 - Who Do You Have A Crush On?

♈ Aries:-Leona Kingscholar🦁

♉ Taurus: Jack Howl🦁

♊ Gemini: Deuce Spade🌹

♋ Cancer: Malleus Draconia🐲

♌ Leo: Rook Hunt🍎

♍ Virgo: Idia Shroud🔥

♎ Libra: Jamil Viper🐍

♏ Scorpio: Floyd Leech🐙

♐ Sagittarius: Azul Ashengrotto🐙

♑ Capricorn: Sebek Zigvolt🐲

♒ Aquarius: Riddle Rosehearts🌹

♓ Pisces: Silver🐲

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clowningclownn · 10 months

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2-lines-and-a-circle · 1 year

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Lips and Kiss (Rook Ver.)

Notes: Fem reader, Rook X Reader, reader is a fae,

Sometimes dating isn’t all that sweet, for Rook and you had many ups and downs. What were you going to expect? Rook was a man who lived for the chase, so when you started dating it was only natural for you to be confused on certain aspects.

You: Rook… I know you’re right there. You can come out now. Rook: Making progress in finding me in hidden places aren’t you~

Yes, Rook had grown to watch you as if he was watching his prey. Since you were a fae, it was only expected that people would look as it was unusual to see fae. Despite that you still couldn’t get used to your lover's affectionate gaze from afar. Oftentimes you wondered if he truly liked you for yourself or if it was because of you being a fae.

Coming out from the hidden bushes of the forest of Diasomnia your lover popped up with a flower in hand. There had been a black rose in his hand, those where the flowers Rook often gave you daily. Taking his rose from hand you smelled the flower, its smell overwhelming you to the point of sneezing. After blessing you from the small sneeze you questioned Rook about your thoughts.

You: Rook, do you like me? Rook: Of course! Are you not my lover? You: No, I mean what about me do you like? Is it just my looks or … because I’m a fae? Rook: I had a feeling we would come to this talk one day… At first it was due to your peculiar nature of being. However, *steps closer to you* my eyes wandered to you more than any creature has. That itself is strange for a man like me who is always on the chase.

Looking you straight in the eye Rook held you close and without missing a beat he crushed any insecurities there were before.

Rook: Still, I’ve come to love you more and more as I’ve connected with you.

Rook’s eyes were confident in each word he spoke, but you could feel the shakiness of his hands around you. Although, it was important to talk things out, saying it was much harder than doing. There in your arms wasn’t the overly flamboyant man who everyone saw. There, was Rook Hunt. A man who was giving his all to love the one in front him, truly a beautiful moment.

With no time to waste you held Rook in your arms and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Following your gentle kiss, Rook greeted you in a much more passionate kiss. It was unlike any kiss the two of you had done before. After the passionate kiss the two of you made your way back to the dorm in high spirits of the previous events.

#twst #twisted wonderland #rook x reader #fem reader #pomefiore #third years #lips and kiss #rook ver.#matchups coming soon #fluff #romance #rook hunt #diasomnia

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giggly-squiggily · 1 year

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I headcanon that because of Asahi’s anxiety he’ll sometimes host or be invited to self-care nights with the other third years (Daichi, Suga, and sometimes Kiyoko), because as much as they tease, they do adore their gentle giant. One time they did a mini at-home spa night, but they’re all a little too ticklish so various activities ended with them giggling. They wouldn’t have it any other way.

This is so dang soft oh my freaking HEART!!! Also you know what's super underrated? Cheek tickles- more specifically when you get those bubble clay masks and they get all tingly? That was the inspiration for this one :D I hope you like it!

“Hold still, Asahi.”

“I’m tr-hhihihihiihing!” He giggled, scrunching up as Kiyoko smeared the cold face cream across his cheeks. “It tiihihihickles!”

Things have been less than stellar for Karasuno’s gentle giant as of late. Midterms were arriving soon, as was an away game for the team and various other little things. For the most part, he had it handled; his grades were fine and he wasn’t having trouble with time management.

Unfortunately neither of those things did anything for his anxiety. Hence he was here now- tucked away against the edge of his bed among his fellow third years in an impromptu “Spa night”. Right now, Daichi was lying on his back, face covered in similar cream and hair pushed back with one of those cat ear towel bands. Suga was across the room, freshly painted toenails aimed at the small fan to help them dry faster.

“I never knew someone with such ticklish cheeks.” He mused from his spot, smiling around a chip. “Is it really that bad?”

“Ihiihihit’s! *snort* It’s buhuhuhubbly!” Asahi tried describing it, giggling more as Kiyoko dabbed along his brow. “Hohohohw much is ohohohon thehehhehere?”

“Not that much. Hang on, I’m almost done.” A hint of laughter was in her voice as she finished up his face mask, sitting back to check her handiwork. “A bit messy, but I think it came out alright. Now- don’t move your face too much.”

“M-Mhmhmhmhmm!” Asahi nodded, pressing his lips together as the face mask bubbled and tingled. It smelled nice at least- something floral. He wondered if the scent would linger.

“Aww, does it tickle, Asahi?” Daichi cooed from behind, fingers finding Asahi’s neck and making him scrunch. “Does the face mask tickle? Does it?”

“Ahehehe! D-Dahahhaichi, plehahhhase!” Asahi scrunched, unable to fight down the giggles as his neck was squeezed. Around him, he could hear kiyoko scolding them gently through her laughter “Careful- it’ll stain his clothes!” While Suga was in his own fit of giggles, most likely from his own mask application.

It was silly and dumb and- much to Asahi’s mild dismay checking his shirt the next morning- messy.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Send me a headcanon and character(s) and I'll write a short 300-500 word dabble for it!

#headcanons to dabbles #haikyuu!!#tickle #tickle dabble #but it's fairly light in that department #spa days #third years #asahi azumane #daichi sawamura #sugawara kōshi #kiyoko shimizu #fluff #they're all best friends and I adore them your honor

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nyx1909 · 11 months

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Part one

Third year au

Tobio was in a very foul mood. It was just very obvious. He frowned more and didn't talk much. He ignored Hinata's endless blabbering.

The first years became all fidgety and even Tadashi started getting concerned.

"Hey Kageyama, are you alright ?", He asked worriedly.

"Mind your business!" Kageyama snapped.

The gym fell quiet. Tsukishima opened his mouth to insult him but coach Ukai spoke before him.

"Kageyama, you do not talk to your captain like that! Go out at once and take a walk. Come back once you've reflected on your behaviour. The rest of you, back to practice."

Kageyama stormed off, throwing the ball at the wall. And Tsukishima stared in disbelief.

"He must be going through something. He's been like that the whole week. You better not egg him on, Tsukki." Yamaguchi spoke up, still looking worried.

He didn't mind Kageyama's outburst as much as Tsukishima did.

Without bothering to follow Tadashi's advice, Tsukishima taunted Kageyama for the rest of the practice.

"As punishment instead of Yamaguchi, Kageyama will clean the gym. Who else was there with Yamaguchi ?" Coach Ukai announced.

"That would unluckily be me."

Almost instantly Kageyama groaned. He immediately knew who the snarky voice belonged to.

"Are we sure we should leave them together ?" Hinata asked his boyfriend, who sighed.

"Coach's words. We might find a dead body here tomorrow." Yamaguchi whispered.

LATER

"Is his highness too tired ? Should the commoner do all the work ?"

Something in his gut told Tsukishima that he had taunted Kageyama enough. And he should probably stop.

He was right.

Kageyama first glared at him. Then he took three deep breaths and walked towards him. He walked so calmly that it made Kei uneasy.

Almost unconsciously Kei, moved behind till he hit the wall. Kageyama caged him in and stared at him.

A minute passed and Tsukishima totally froze. He didn't realise what was happening or how he should react to this situation. He became hyper aware of Kageyama's muscular arms surrounding him.

"You're all quiet now." Kageyama spoke suddenly, his voice turning deep.

And Tsukishima couldn't say a single word. Kageyama was so fuxking close. He was pretty as hell. Kei always did admire the setter's skill but has never once been this close to his face.

And goddamn. He was handsome. So much that Kei wished he had noticed it sooner.

"Hey, you've been bothering me all day. Now that I'm up close, what's the matter?" Tobio's voice just sounded so fucking sexy to him that he just moved his eyes down to his mouth.

Fuxk

That was the biggest mistake Kei made in his life.

Kageyama's lips were slightly parted and God they looked so fuxking soft and pink and just kissable.

"My eyes are up here, bean pole." Tobio just sounded amused this time. As if wondering why Tsukishima Kei of all people was staring at his lips and not uttering a word.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" Kageyama asked after a second. He mostly said it to get a reaction out of the blocker but a part of him hoped for something more.

Kei panicked almost instantly at the word kiss and Kageyama laughed.

"You won't talk to me as if you've lost your voice and you keep staring at me. Do you like me ?" It sounded like Tobio wished Kei would say yes.

It was a question Kei asked himself the minute he found Tobio handsome. He nodded in the most awkward way possible which Kageyama found adorable.

"Oh that's great. I like you too. Can I kiss you ?"

Kei replied by caressing his face softly. He stared at his eyes while slowly lowering himself to touch Tobio's lips. It was light peck and Kageyama was not having it.

"That's not a kiss, Kei."

Fuxk.

Did his name ever sound that sexy ?

Tobio grabbed his face and slowly smirked his way into a proper french kiss.

"They're soft." Kei mumbled.

"What ?" Tobio asked confused.

"Your lips.... they're soft." Kei was feeling drunk. He was mumbling nonsense. He felt weird. The guy in front of him was his teammate who was covered in sweat and all kinds of gross bodily fluid yet all Kei wanted at that moment was to kiss him.

"Hah."

Tobio closed his eyes trying his best to control himself.

"Do you want to sleep over at my place ?" He asked after two minutes of admiring Kei and trying not to pounce on him.

"What ? Isn't that too fast ?" Kei finally felt like he was in his senses. He looked so flabbergasted that Tobio chuckled and kissed his cheek.

"We're just gonna sleep, idiot. And I have someone picking me up today. We're both tired so let's just go at mine."

"Okay." The only reason Kei agreed was probably because of the whole kiss thing and how much energy that zapped out of him.

OUTSIDE

A limousine stood outside the gates of the school and Tobio gave a big sigh before dragging Kei with him.

An old man dressed in butler like clothes stepped out and greeted Kageyama

"Young master, do we have a guest tonight ?"

Kei looked at Tobio in disbelief. He knew the setter was rich but not rich enough to have a freaking butler.

"No need for any of that nonsense please. He'll be sleeping in my room. Give him a phone."

After calling home, Kei almost immediately hissed at Kageyama.

"How rich are you ? Young master ? And why am I sleeping in your room ?"

"Calm down kitten. I'm not that rich. Also you just kissed me awhile ago. You won't take responsibility for that ?" Tobio teased enjoying the red that spread across Kei's face.

"You were the one with your tongue down my throat." He snapped

Follow for part two

#kageyama tobio #yamahina #tsukikage #tsukishima kei #karasuno #third years #haikyū!!#top Kageyama #bottom Tsukishima

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