#to the point he's such a flustered fucking dork about dating anyone

[willowser]

i will never stop writing bakugou as a shy, blushy loserboy, but. the idea of you being more inexperienced than him ??

you're carefully bandaging him up at the agency clinic, after he'd taken a nasty hit that left his shoulder scuffed up, and he's been in here with you more times than he can count, much too late at night, and maybe that's how you get into this conversation in the first place; weird stuff always gets said at this hour.

"no, i'm telling you," despite the vulnerability of what you're saying — despite the awful look that must be on his face — you're laughing. "never dated anyone, never been taken on a date, nothing."

and — he really must look truly terrible, with his mouth open and his lip curled over his teeth and his brows furrowed, because he can't hardly believe a fucking word you're saying. it pisses him off and he doesn't know why, just seems. a waste, for no one to have appreciated someone like you.

someone that he maybe thinks about too much, that is too nice and not funny to anyone but themselves but still laughs and hardworking and. so pretty that it annoys him.

his question comes out rough, harsh. "why the hell not?"

"i don't know," you shrug, eyes cutting to his before focusing back on patching him up. "i'm — probably too shy and weird, or something. and online dating is hard, y'know! some guys are really into the purity thing, like too into it, and some guys find out and won't touch me with a ten-foot pole, so," and then you shrug. like that's all there is to it.

and katsuki is just astounded to know this. not that he's ever done all that much himself, but all his bases have been covered, by now in his life, and he just really can't imagine anyone knowing you and not wanting to—

he realizes the irony of thinking this, like a punch to the gut. after knowing you for almost two years now and never so much as complimenting your stupid hair and the stupid way you wear it.

"well," katsuki grumbles, averting his eyes to the walls of the clinic, trying to seem more interested in your creepy, anatomy posters. "maybe he's comin'...or whatever."

"who's coming?"

"your guy, i don't know!" it's unfortunate that his shirt is off for this, because there's no way you aren't getting a perfect view of the flush that spreading down to his chest. "your dude, maybe he's...figuring it out."

"hmm, maybe. that's what my gran says, but who knows?" you shrug, oblivious — and suddenly your singleness makes a smidge more sense. "i've resigned myself to a touchless, loveless life for—"

"he's comin'!" katsuki barks and you startle at the outburst, eyes casting over his warm cheeks and then down his chest and back. finally, it fucking clicks for you, like he hasn't been finding excuse after excuse to see you every damn night for ages. "he's...checkin' his work schedule and then he's...gonna figure it out, alright?"

you brighten considerably, lip going between your teeth. "oh, yeah, yeah," and your smile is unstoppable, not hidden in the slightest as you turn to the steri-tray at your side, shyness bleeding into his own. "alright."

#WAAAAHHHH #he considers himself so inexperienced #to the point he's such a flustered fucking dork about dating anyone #and so it makes him remarkably nervous around you to begin with #and then he goes absolutely bonkers learning that you've done even less than HIM AKFHDJSKAKAL #he's PISSED like WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN NO ONE HAS EVER KISSED YOU BEFORE #NEVER BOUGHT YOU SHITTY FLOWERS BEFORE #it is probably the thing that riles him up enough to make his move because he's just. so pissed about it alfbsisjai #lmaoooooo #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: pre relationship bakugou

[randoimago]

JJK Characters w/ an S/O That Sleeps With Stuffed Animals pt. 2

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Characters: Todo, Mai, Miwa, Gojo, Nanami

Request Type: Self Indulgent, Headcanons

Notes: Split the characters up into a second part to this because the other one was pretty long.

I usually look at the Wiki to make sure I get character personalities right and for Miwa it states that she acts like a normal girl. I respectfully decline that as I headcanon that she’s a huge doofus and so she behaves as such in her headcanons.

Todo

Will find it super adorable

Will bring tears to his eyes at how cute his S/O is

Like he might comment if you have a whole lot of stuffed animals as opposed to 1,2 but he won’t say anything against it

I can totally see him fighting someone that calls your stuffed animals dumb. Like “how dare you, my S/O is precious and so are their animals. Let’s fucking go”

Will absolutely cry if you get a stuffed animal that looks even slightly like him and tell him that you got that animal to represent Todo.

He will gladly scoop you and your stuffed animals up in his arms

Mai

Tries to act cool and state that the stuffed animals are childish but will absolutely be flustered and try to make up for it if she sees you genuinely upset.

She’ll buy you even more stuffed animals as apologies

Definitely chooses a favorite (depending on how many you have she’ll have a few favorites) of your stuffed animals

She’d want to know if there’s any stories behind the ones she deems her favorites as they were good enough for her to choose and want their backstory to be as kickass as they are

100% will take a stuffed animal just so she has a reminder of you

If anyone asks then she’ll immediately go “oh it’s actually my S/O’s. They asked me to hold it for them until they got back ha ha ha” just sweats

Miwa

She’s a huge fucking dork and so she’ll scream and be so excited to see your stuffed animals as she deems them to be the cutest things

She’ll probably point at each one and give it a completely new name and if you correct her then she’ll state that she’s giving them nicknames

Will be so happy to have a date just devoted to buying even more stuffed animals

Will go a bit wild when it comes to the stuffed animals as she wants to get many cute accessories to go with them

She cries later at how much money was spent and states that you have to share the animals you two bought as compensation

God she’ll gladly have a huge cuddle pile with you and the stuffed animals

Gojo

When he finds out about the stuffed animals then he’s going to tease like no bodies business.

If you’re genuinely hurt then he’ll ease up with the teasing, mostly just saying how cute his S/O is for having stuffed animals.

Definitely going to add on to your collection whenever he gets back from doing who-knows-what.

Is constantly late to meeting with his students because he’s getting you a stuffed animal

Since he’s found out, every stuffed animal you’ve gotten from then on has some type of blue eyes rather it’s just buttons or the actual eyes with the iris design

He’d absolutely just have a cuddle pile with the stuffed animals, leaving you completely out of it. When you’ve given up on trying to join in that’s when he’d tug you into the pile as well.

Nanami

On the inside he finds it so freaking adorable but on the outside he’d just have a small smile and give a head pat

If you have a whole lot of stuffed animals then he will comment on it being a bit obsessive but he won’t say anything against it as they make you happy

He’d absolutely roll his eyes and give you more head pats if you ever get a stuffed animal with a tie and go “look, it’s you!”

If you’re ever having a really bad day or if it’s an anniversary for something then he’ll go out and get you another stuffed animal just to cheer you up

Depending on the amount of stuffed animals you have, he’ll suggest switching them out every so often that way they aren’t constantly taking up your whole bed.

He’d let it slide if you slept next to him with one stuffed animal but if you bring more than one then he’ll remove them when you fall asleep.

#JJK x reader #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #todo aoi #todo aoi x reader #mai zenin #mai zenin x reader #miwa kasumi #miwa kasumi x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #todo x reader #miwa x reader #mai x reader #jjk reader w stuffed animals

[burnedbyshoto]

life is not a shoujo manga

— Kaibara believes that his life with you could be a shoujo manga. Why? One, he’s in love with you and two, you work at a maid cafe he is prohibited from visiting. But nothing happens in life without doing what you’re told NEVER to do.

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pairing: kaibara sen x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, modern!au, reader is a sex worker, maid cafe but make it kinky, dubcon (spoiler: reader just services kaibara despite his embarrassment), semipublic sex, master and maid dynamic/kink, blow job, sex on a table, marking

word count: 4,570

a/n: this is for the bnharem collab for sex work lmaoooo, this was hella inspired by maid-sama,,, kinda sorta, not really, but hey!!!! check out the rest of the masterlist and I hope you enjoy this!!! happy birthday to me :D

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Kaibara Sen was pretty confident in the fact that he was not in a shoujo manga.

There are, however, some claims that he can unashamedly admit make him believe that he might be in one. Here is his gathered evidence:

1. He had a crush on a girl (you) that was practically written to be nothing more than a crazy, hopeful fantasy.

Explanation:

Kaibara has known you for his entire life, but you, the airheaded, mind focused on only those around you, had never noticed him. You were bright, intelligent, witty, with blazing eyes and a curling smile, you were an enigma in the world, and he was a bystander just waiting for a day when you would notice him. Popular as you were, Kaibara knew he stood no chance at ever playing a role in your life. There was no room for his initial stoic personality, the way that he walks away from you as you near because, god forbid, you see his ears tinge pink.

All in all, you never knew he existed, and his crush would have to remain one-sided and unknown. But you see, reason number two is yet a testament to his denied belief that he lives a shoujo manga.

2. He had gained your attention one day by catching you one day when you tripped off a brick wall.

Explanation:

Talk about falling into the arms of the one you’re destined for! Kaibara had been walking home from the end of his first year of high school, and as he turned a corner, there came a yell and he looked up to see a body plummeting towards him. With adrenaline coursing through his veins and superhuman strength supplying him the strength and ability to catch you, Kaibara caught you bridal style. He held you there for a few moments, the air suddenly blowing and the blossoming cherry blossoms swirling with the winds. He swore your eyes brightened at the moment you locked eyes.

3. He had a (former) love rival.

Explanation:

Pretty self-explanatory, Kaibara would admit. Before his introduction to you, another male student in your class had been essentially building up his intentions to ask you out. Kaibara wasn’t one to step on people’s toes; he respected people too much and often just didn’t want to spend energy where he thought was unnecessary. But you were never unnecessary. Kaibara wanted you and found himself clashing heads with this other love rival, but he seemed to have won the moment Kaibara was accepted into the same university as you.

4. You were working at a maid cafe.

Explanation:

Kaibara did not have an older sister for no reason. Maid-Sama and Ouran Highschool Host Club were constantly on repeat when he was growing up! Because of this selected memory and application, he believed that time and time again, whenever maids were involved — or any type of service job — it was shoujo material.

Four points and that was four more points than most romances, and Kaibara was convinced that he was in line to become the main star of a real-life adaption of some obscure shoujo manga. All he had to do now was seal the deal and get you, his now best friend of nearly four years, to fall in love with him.

“I have work tonight,” you sigh from your place on Kaibara’s bed, your face twisted in a dissatisfied pout, feet kicking a bit on the mattress. 

“Call out,” Kaibara simply replied, his head resting upon yours as you both watched an old All Might film. “I don’t understand why the maid cafe is open so late anyways. Who’s even awake and wanting to go out?”

You chuckle at his words, fingers tapping on your thigh — as they do when you’re a bit nervous.

“It’s a cafe for foreigners and people who are up late,” you repeat the same line you always say when Kaibara asks why you would go in so late. “It works out, and it pays well.”

“How long is your shift tonight?”

“Ten until three.”

Kaibara groans, “that’s rough.”

You snicker a bit in unknown irony, “you have no idea.”

Time passes, and Kaibara realizes that it’s nearly nine-thirty by the time you pull away from the small mirror on Kaibara’s desk (he bought it so that you could do your makeup in his room), and he looks at you in your beautiful form. You looked ethereal in the makeup, big eyes, and painted pretty lips. You turned to look at him, a grand grin painting your lips, and for whatever reason, a spoof of unspoken for confidence, Kaibara feels himself speaking before he can stop himself.

“Go on a date with me? Next weekend?”

You froze, before chuckling, lips splayed in a lazy grin, “you’d want to date a maid?”

“Undoubtedly.”

Kaibara watched as you flustered a bit, teeth tugging and tearing into your lower lip as you shook your head. “You’re a dork, Sen,” you push back a strand of hair as you stand up, “but let me think about it? As much as I love the idea of potentially being your girlfriend, I need to think about how you would feel about my job.”

And Kaibara smiled despite himself, his mind thinking about how sometimes shoujo protagonists often deny their own feelings at first. Not that his life was a shoujo manga anyways.

“I can do that.”

You laugh, the sound pretty and light on his ears, and you shake your head. Kaibara warmed at the sound and stood up too, already knowing that it was time for you to leave.

“Alright, but I must leave you now, my eternal love,” you grin, speaking with a mock accent. Your arms open for your goodbye hug he has since been accustomed to giving you when you both went separate ways. “I bid thee well when I’m away for the week.”

Ah yes, you would be gone for an entire week on account of a school trip you were taking.

“I do not know how I may live without you at my side, but I will try,” Kaibara spoke back with a low accent, too, his smile hidden in your neck as he hugged you near. “Have a good shift, and be safe on your trip.”

“Obviously!”

Two things about your job besides the obvious (that it was a maid cafe) that Kaibara knew.

1. You made a lot of money there.

He wasn’t all too sure as to why. He’s been to a maid cafe before and has definitely been called Kaibara-sama by pretty-faced females in French maid costumes. He knew that it was a popular place for otaku men and foreigners, but he also knew that pay range-wise, it wasn’t that much better than a typical waitress job.

2. Under no circumstances should he, or anyone for that matter, follow you to work or try to see you while you worked.

This made sense to Kaibara even if he didn’t particularly agree. There was no denying that he wanted to see you in a maid costume, he’d be a liar if he said otherwise, but he realized how embarrassing it could be for you. The fact that he knew where you worked was good enough for him.

Kaibara sighed, his body collapsing onto his bed, and he pulled out his phone. He checked the time on his phone and smiled, seeing that at this point, you were already at work because you sent a text saying that you had arrived. A small notification warning him that his phone was about to die pinged on his screen, and he frowned, hand reaching for his charger.

But instead of the white cord, his hand grasped onto the rose gold charging cable he knew was yours. You needed the charging cable; you were leaving on a trip basically right after work! Kaibara’s mouth twisted, weighing his options in his head. He knew that you had no other charging cables; you had a knack for breaking them without meaning to. 

Shaking his head, he stood up.

This was about your charger for your phone.

It would be okay! He would simply step foot into the maid cafe, hand your coworker (he was hopeful he would see you) your charger, and leave! He wouldn’t stay! Nope! Not at all.

Kaibara nodded at his resolution and pocketed your charger before turning on his heel and marching out of his room.

It took a bit to get to the cafe.

Fushi’s Maid Cafe is what it was called.

Its hours of operation were quite weird, at the very least in Kaibara’s opinion. On its website, it said that it was open between 11 am and 5 pm, a reasonable range for its demographic; however, there were many times in which you would go in much later in the night. You were in a 10 pm until 3 am shift after all.

It was currently midnight as the trains were down for the night, and Kaibara had resolved to walk a near hour to drop off your charger. He didn’t really mind, especially if he sees you in that costume.

‘No!’ Kaibara thought, ‘you’re in a shoujo manga, not a hentai!’

He frowned, remembering to continue to claim that he was not living in a shoujo manga, and strode to the door. Confidence in every step, his game plan being repeated time and time again. 

Kaibara swung open the door, readying himself to hear the onslaught of a chorus of ‘Welcome home, Master!’ but instead… oh…

He froze.

“F-Fukuda-samaaaaa!”

He blinked.

And as the door closed behind him, the most fucked out, blissful voice that he had only heard in his wettest of dreams called out, “Welcome home, Kaibara-sama…”

Kaibara locked eyes with you sitting alone at a table, your eyes laced with blissful lust, lips pouty and wet. The maid costume you had on exposed your beautiful breasts, shoving the curves, the tender flesh, and your sweat shined softly off it. Kaibara felt his breathing become shallower yet deeper as the sounds of meeting wet sex, lewd cries, the maids begging for more, demanding more. The clients — the masters — speaking in tongues as they fucked the women against the chairs, tabletops, anything in which they could balance. 

Oh.

It made sense why you never wanted anyone to follow you to work.

Kaibara had been so caught up in the scene before him, the somehow sex maid cafe themed orgy (sexy party? But there was no group sex minus the man in the back fucking three maids!) that he hadn’t noticed you approach him. He tensed yet again when your hands fisted into his shirt, your warm breath brushing against his exposed collarbones, a curling sweetness emitting from your person and knocking his breath away yet again.

“Kaibara-sama, I never expected you to finally come. I’ve missed you,” you whine, pressing your body so close to his. Your stocking-covered thighs were brushing against his slowly awakening dick. 

“Y-Y/n,” Kaibara stuttered, and he winced at how not part of the plan that was. “I-I thought this was a maid cafe?”

“We are a maid cafe,” you sigh as if he was asking an amusing yet dumb question. Your arms wrapping around his neck, and hips rolling against his. “We service our masters however they see fit! I wanna help Kaibara-sama feel good now that he’s here.”

Kaibara hisses under his breath, the feeling of your thigh rubbing against his growing dick insatiable as it is slightly uncomfortable due to the rough fabric of his jeans. “I’m here to drop off your charger! You forgot it! I-I’m leaving after this.”

You grin, your laughter bell-like in his ear as you nuzzle your nose against the smooth curve of his neck. “I left it there on purpose; I wanted Kaibara-sama to follow me here and see if he could still love me like this.” Goosebumps flash across his body, and Kaibara whines at the back of his throat as you begin walking backward, taking him to the table where you once sat. “I never wanted Kaibara-sama to see me like this, never wanted Kaibara-sama to see and know what a big whore I am before he confessed his feelings to me. But Kaibara-sama followed me to my work and didn’t run away… I’m so blessed.”

Your hands landed on his chest, and Kaibara yelped as you shoved him onto the spacious, comfortable chair before the table. Your teeth bit into your lower lip, eyes practically glowing with lust as a single sleeve began descending from your shoulder.

Kaibara suddenly forgot how to breathe.

“I’m at your service, Kaibara-sama,” you whisper, eyelashes fluttering. “How may I help you?”

Kaibara was going to respond eloquently and affirmatively that he didn’t need you to service him, but the Kaibara-sama sounded so lovely.

“I— um, well— I— ohmygoD!” 

Kaibara nearly leaped out of his own skin as you pushed his knees apart and kneeled before him. Your eyes locked on his before glancing down to the prominent bulge in his pants. You grin, fingers stretching out and eagerly unbuttoning his jeans and pulling out his hard cock in less than ten seconds.

“Wowwww,” you breathe, eyes lighting up at the still hardening dick you were holding in your hands. “Kaibara-sama… you’re so big!”

You stared at the easily nine-inch dick in your hands, the slight curve to it making your core burn, and the bluish veins dancing under the skin making your mouth water. He was better than what you had expected him to be, and you wanted to know how he tasted, how he felt in your mouth and your pussy. 

His erratic breathing caught your attention, and you looked back up at him, the scarlet on his cheeks, the expression that told you that he was battling instinct and morals. It was up to you, his maid, to make the decision for him, it seemed.

“I’ll take good care of you, Kaibara-sama,” you promised, heart hammering in your chest as you leaned forward, and without much of an issue, swallowed at least half of his cock.

Kaibara’s reaction is instantaneous; the near howl of pleasure and surprise ripping from his throat is a sound you’re almost unfamiliar with. He was such a serious man; even when he was comfortable and energetic, there was a sense of seriousness to him. There was a time, however, that you remember him being near-feral, demanding, excited. It was when there was a competition or when his feelings truly and utterly overcame him. You smiled around his cock, your teeth barely scraping the length of his cock, and giggled.

You overwhelmed him.

But there was no time for celebrations, no time to think about how you were serving your master to the best you could; his hands were suddenly fisted into your hair, and his hips rolled up into you, fucking your throat. Tears sprung in your eyes, the uncomfortable sensation of his cock flushes down your throat, pressing so heavy on your tongue.

“F-Fuck, this feels so fucking good!” Kaibara gasps, his eyebrows scrunching and hips lifting off the seat to continue face fucking you. 

You relax your throat as best you can, chokes and gags pittering out of your mouth despite your best attempts. You hum, forcing your throat to allow the tip of his cock to go even further down your throat. Kaibara moans loudly, the noises he makes dripping down your back, making you feel sweaty, hot, and flush. His noises stir the heat between your thighs, making one of your hands go down beneath the layers of your puffy skirt to press to your throbbing clit, desperate to relieve the building, untouched tension.

“No!” Kaibara hisses, a single hand leaving your head to grab onto your wandering hand and bringing it back up. You yelp around his cock at the sudden movement, and you’re forced to come off his cock with haggling, rough coughs. Tears fall down your cheeks, and there's a thick line of saliva and precum trailing between the tip of his cock and the bottom of your lip. “You’re my maid, right?”

You cough, your lungs are burning with wrongly swallowed saliva, and the recent asphyxiation you had. Cocking your head to the side, you startle when he suddenly leans in near, pinching your cheeks between two fingers and drawing you near him.

“Answer me, y/l/n-chan.”

“Y-Yes!” you squeak, swollen lips trembling and your breathing hitching as you shiver. There was a fire in his eyes, a type of lust-fueled rage that made your skin tingle and crawl in the sweetest of ways. “I’m here to service Kaibara-sama.”

“Then why are you trying to relieve yourself?” he snaps, face so near you want to kiss him, and you whimper because his scolding and humiliation do nothing to ease the fire in your cunt… it only ravages it, letting it fester into a raging wildfire. “You’re here for me, your master, so fuck me — focus on just me.”

“Yes, Kaibara-sama!” you shiver, body tingling as you reclaim his cock in your mouth.

And unlike before, where Kaibara merely sounded like a man who was feasting upon the food of the gods, he sits up straighter, more commanding, a man who sat in his chair knowing his worth. He took on the deception of a master.

“Hold my dick with your hands,” Kaibara grunts, hands fisting the hair at the nape of your neck and forcing your head to tilt up towards him. “I can’t trust you.”

You nodded your head, hands coming up to hold onto the base of his cock that your mouth couldn’t take in. You were fucking him diligently and intently with your mouth, driving him further down, your tongue and hollowed cheeks doing all it could to please your master. You sucked his dick with the intention of promising him that you were worth it, of making him fill your mouth and throat with him so he could never doubt that it was him you wanted, him you wanted to consume.

“Such a good sluttly little maid,” Kaibara praised and degraded. His hands tighten almost painfully in your hair. “Taking my big cock so easily... Don’t tell me you’ve been practicing on other men.”

You make a noise that screams no.

You would never!

“Oh, no?” Kaibara grunts, his tongue licking out past his lips, and you shudder under his gaze. “Did my slutty fucking maid keep her mouth clean for me?”

You whine in approval, your lungs burning as he keeps you still on his cock, eyes deceivingly angry.

“Good… that just means I’ll have to fuck your whore pussy so good you’ll never ask or seek a  new master,” Kaibara grinned, and your eyes widened. 

It happened so fast, you were on the ground one second, and in the next, he had you pinned with your back against the table. It was almost uncomfortable, the edge of the table pressing into your spine, and your hands scrambled to latch onto his shirt as his jeans fell to his knees and his hands gripped the top of your maid outfit down, exposing your naked breasts. 

His hands found a place on your breasts, warm and calloused fingers moving against smooth, soft skin. You moaned loudly, hips twitching unconsciously as he brushed against the swell of your nipple. 

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Kaibara groaned, fingers pinching roughly against your skin, and you warbled a scream. It wasn’t painful; it was pleasurable. Your head swam in a way it never had before when you had serviced other men, your clit was throbbing with an increase of needed attention, and your voice keened with his praise. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you — wanted this. I wanna make you feel so good, let your master fuck you however I want, y/l/n, I promise I’ll make it worth it.”

You nod your head, words failing you, and you watched Kaibara let out a heavy stream of air out of his nose, a near perverted, happy grin on his face.

“Say it.”

“Fuck me, Kaibara-sama,” you whisper, hands fisting into his shirt. “Ruin me. Claim me. Make me yours.”

His eyes flash dangerously.

“You were never not mine.”

And with a hand looping underneath your knee and with the sudden shove on your shoulder to knock you back, Kaibara pressed his cock against your wet, sopping entrance and shoved into you. You scream loudly, hands digging into his back as his cock enters you, unforgiving and demanding. Your legs wrap around his waist, heels digging into his hips as you shudder and shake, body twitching under the dull, hot stretch of him in you, your body sweating with the consuming heat and pleasure that his entrance gives you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you squeal, fingernails digging into his skin, face burying into his neck. “Kaibara-sama is so big, he’s stretching me out so much, I’m— I can’t—”

Kaibara clicks his tongue, his nose nuzzling into your cheek, “Don’t say that, y/l/n-chan. Don’t ever tell your master that you can’t. You can do anything so long as I ask of it, right? I don’t like the word can’t.”

You whimper, head nodding in understanding as you shift your hips partly for needed friction, partly for relief. 

“Stop that,” Kaibara orders, hands suddenly on your hips, preventing you from moving. “Ask permission from your master if you can move. You are here to serve me; you are not here for yourself. Do you understand?”

Your breathing is heavy, your legs shaking as you nod, breathlessly saying that you agree even though you need relief. You need to please your master; you have to make sure he continues to want your service: just you, no one else.

“Good girl,” he praises and somehow pushes even further into you.

You moan loudly at the movement, fingers digging into his skin yet again, and Kaibara laughed, teeth nipping at your collarbone. Your back is entirely arched, jaw slacked, voice dead on your tongue because the feeling of him buried deep within you is staggering. You let out a single happy noise, your mouth gasping for breath as your voice finally begins to come back to you.

“So tight, so hot,” Kaibara groans, his teeth dragging up and down your neck as his hips roll back and thrust back into you at his own pace. It’s steady, slow almost—a steady beat like a subtle heartbeat that kept you sane. “Don’t be quiet… I want to hear what I do to you; I want everyone to hear what I do to you.”

And a hand pinches your clit at the same time he slams roughly, with tremendous strength into you, and you wail.

It’s as if that wail was a starting sound, the sound that told Kaibara that he was in the clear to do whatever he wanted. To fuck you as he deemed, to make you fulfill your duty to providing and exceeding his every need and demand. He fucked into you, each snap of his hip, every roll, sending loud slaps through the room. The table creaked and shifted with every advancing move, and you rolled your hips up, fucking back into him, desperate to make his breath hitch and hiss in pleasure. His teeth buried into your skin, sucking and nibbling marks onto your skin, subtle and near bloody marks to show the world that you were his.

“Kaibara-sama!” you scream at a particular thrust, back arching wildly, eyes slamming shut as you moan to the heavens. “Kiss me please! Please kiss me—”

Kaibara’s mouth was over yours immediately. You cried into his mouth, shuddering and shaking as he continued his maddening dance with you, the endless, exciting cycle of tingling sensations and exploding warmth. His tongue entered your mouth, tasting of him, iron, and sweat. You moan louder, your velvet walls clenching and milking against his length. You don’t want to ever pull out; you want him, his seed, everything.

He kisses you like a madman, someone who believed that if he stopped, he would die.

You eat it up, returning it in full, unable to even believe you want him to stop. 

“You drive me fucking insane,” Kaibara pants, hands coming back down to your hips and keeping them in place as he suddenly, powerfully, and somehow rhythmically pounding into you in short, strong fucks. 

It’s overwhelming, the feeling of his girth stretching you out and abandoning you so quickly, the way his tip licks against your cervix, teasing up against your sweet spot. His face is desperate, needing, and so powerful that you cry to him, your master, your god. Your pussy is soaked with your essence, the sex spilling it all-around your thighs and on him, the wet squelching pounding making you embarrassed and so much more turned on. His teeth sink into your jaw, and your body is begging, twitching, the heat in your stomach overwhelming and no longer building but waiting for it to be unleashed. 

“K-Kaibara-sama!” you cry, a warning for the near-inevitable.

But you wail his name, the electricity in your veins and blood scorching the levels of your skin, and Kaibara takes that as a reason to do more, to fuck more. He drills into you at a new speed, a new power. Your head is swimming in the delirium, and your body trembles, the words “more, faster, harder” spilling from your mouth without consent, but tears build in your eyes as his fingers seem to almost spin against your clit and you scream.

You cum loudly, aggressively, all your energy destroyed as you hit the high. Kaibara moans against your bruised and marked skin; the warmth heat of spilling seed expelling into your cunt is a sensation that drives you insane as he collapses his weight on top of you. You’re breathless, speechless, a part of you unable to comprehend that your crush had fucked you before he had kissed you, that he was the best fuck you had, and how this man wanted you back.

It’s quiet for a bit, the two of you laying on the table as cum dripped out of your cunt, and he rested his head between your exposed breasts.

“So,” you finally rasp, a soft grin coming onto your face. “You have my charger?”

-

“18000 yen?!” Kaibara barked, eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the older lady at the counter who was billing him for his session.

“We are a sex club, Kaibara-sama,” she sighed. “Not only did you have a three-hour session with our most requested maid, but you also marked the merchandise.”

“I couldn’t?!” Kaibara snapped but cooled down almost immediately when the lady pointed at a: ‘Fines for every mark on the maids!!!!’ sign. “Oh.”

“Take it from my paycheck,” you sing from beside him, bundled up in a coat, the marks he gave you completely hidden now. It was the end of your shift and closing time, after all. “I got him riled up without telling him the rules.”

Kaibara chuckled as you arranged a proper check for him.

He thought about what he thought of his life, and while he couldn’t say that his life wasn’t a hentai right now, he knew, without a doubt, that life is not a shoujo manga.

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[samwrights]

Don’t Touch Her [hc]

OOOH OOH I LIKE THIS ONE! Thank you for the request anon! Who’s ready for some not so low-key possessive babes? 😈

Kuroo;

This dork is far from subtle and we all know it.

He’s also super corny when he wants to be, especially when you come to watch him at a match that he’s invited you to.

Every time he serves, he throws a wink your way or he’ll pucker his lips a little.

No, you aren’t dating yet, but he swears that if they make it to nationals, he’s coming back to confess to you before he graduates.

That’s still ways away, but he has invited you to nearly every practice, practice game, training camp, etc because he just wants to know that you support him even if you aren’t dating.

“Kinda stupid, if you ask me.” Yaku says bluntly, regarding a time that Kuroo was practically gloating about that you promised you would be present for the up coming training camp. “Why not just date already?”

“Gotta keep my head in the game, Yakult.”

“Was it in the game before you met her?” 💀 everybody reading Kuroo to filth.

The training camp comes up—everybody from the Fukurodani academy group + Karasuno is there ofc.

Considering Nekoma doesn’t have a manager, and Kuroo asked you to be there, you act as a temp manager, grabbing water bottles and towels for them when needed.

You really didn’t mind, you liked Kuroo as much as he liked you.

So you’re out filling water bottles and stuff when some dude from Shinzen approaches you.

Homie just starts talking to you, asking how he’s never seen someone as beautiful as you around before. “Uh, I’m just here to help out...”

“Can I have your number?”

“No, I’m good.” You turn away from where you’re standing before trying to carry the bottles back when Kuroo pops his head out to see what’s taking you so long.

His hazel eyes go red when he sees someone from another school tailing a little too close to you.

“Hey, babe, need help carrying those?” His voice comes out like grinding metal as he locks eyes with the Shinzen player and while he is smiling and holding his arms open to you for refuge, you don’t miss the absolutely threat lacing his words.

“If you don’t mind.” However, your voice is sweet and calm and enough to tear him away from the death glare he was giving to the other player.

Kuroo grabs the caddy with the bottles easily with one arm, his free hand dropping to wrap around your shoulder firmly.

“Do I need to keep you locked up or something?” He asks jokingly, looking down at you. There’s a humorous lilt in his voice though the underlying threat is present.

“No?”

“But I can’t have anyone looking at my girl when I can’t come and rescue her.”

“Maybe you should actually ask me out first.”

“Nah, we’re skipping all that; you’re mine.”

Iwaizumi;

Continuation from Pining After You 😈

Even after the two of you openly admitted to your feelings, Iwaizumi hasn’t made the move yet.

Sure, you’ve gone on a couple dates and you’re still showing up to all the games and practices, but he’s too chickenshit to actually ask you to be his girlfriend.

Everyone at Seijoh knows that you’re his.

The problem is when you’re spectating, you’re a sitting duck. Sitting alone in the bleachers, laughing at the antics of your best friends are staring at Iwa with little hearts in your eyes.

What other schools see is a cute girl sitting all by herself with no one to defend you.

Not that you needed defending—being friends with the meme team allowed you to develop a thick skin.

The first time it ever happened was during the inter high qualifiers, right when Karasuno entered the gym for their match after you’d already wished your mans and your besties good luck.

Tanaka and Noya hone in on you, wondering when Aoba Johsai got a hot manager. Even though you’re literally not but they’re convinced.

They try cornering you, asking questions about when you became the manager after the match, even though they loss. They attribute their win to your presence.

“I’m not the manager—“

“Really? Then what’s the most beautiful girl in Aoba Johsai doing at a volleyball tournament?”

Really, it should have been obvious because why else would you be there if you weren’t the manager?

Iwaizumi walks out to see you cornered by the two second years, though despite your position, you look relatively calm. Still, his blood is boiling seeing them surrounding you.

“Babe.” Is all he says—his voice strained and heavy and hot. At the use of the pet name, you smile brightly, a sight that Noya and Tanaka would be fawning over if they weren’t fearing over the steam billowing off of Iwaizumi’s hair.

He says nothing else before storming over to you and unceremoniously tucking his arms just under your bottom and throwing you over his shoulder.

Remember how he wanted to pick you up? He got to pick you up.

“Sorry boys, I’m taken!” You call out, waving to the Karasuno second years, even though you’re suspended upside down.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” He sighs out when he finally puts you down, pinching the bridge of his nose in exasperation.

Akaashi;

This poor boy don’t know how to act when you show up to his games.

He’s liked you for as long as he can remember, but it never dawns on him that you come to watch him because you like him too.

Shit everyone in the goddamn prefecture knows about the two of you.

So leave it to the master instigator of Tokyo and his idiot best friend to try to fINALLY get you two together. Dammit Kuroo and Bokuto.

You’re out at the game, hanging with a couple friends and trying to be inconspicuous while you’re there to watch Akaashi. It’s Nekoma vs. Fukurodani.

When Nekoma arrives at the gym, Kuroo locks eyes with Bokuto, to which the latter captain gestures to an unknowing you. These conniving little fucks.

So Kuroo approaches you and confirms your identity—how or why he knew you was unknown. But Akaashi sees the two of you taking, sees the way that Kuroo is pulling all the stops.

He sees the way Kuroo is making you smile and laugh and the setter sees nothing but green. Akaashi’s trying to focus on anything else but the way Kuroo points to you when he spikes. You may have a huge crush on Akaashi, but you can’t help but feel flustered at the open flirting.

Akaashi doesn’t even realize that Bokuto hasn’t gone into emo mode once, not even when they lose the first set. If anyone’s in emo mode, it’s Akaashi.

He can’t think straight when all he sees and hears is the way you and Kuroo are interacting so informally, so familiar.

After losing the second set as well, Akaashi’s had enough, storming out of the gym without even thanking Nekoma for the game.

Without a second thought, you go after him, leaving behind your friends and both teams, never seeing the high five that Kuroo and Bokuto share knowing their plan worked.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be in the gym kissing Kuroo goodbye?”

“Who?” The irony is not lost on him when you chirp like an owl. “Akaashi...that dude? Kuroo? He told me him and Bokuto were planning on forcing you to talk to me cause you have a crush on me.”

Ohfuck.

“Which of course I went along with. I like you too.” Ohfuckohfuckohfuck, his heart is about to explode. Unsure of what to do next, he just kinda stands there, prompting you to take the initiative and wrap your arms around his neck, your noses barely touching. “I like you.” You repeat.

“Thank god, I was ready to punch him.” Akaashi’s voice is a mix between breathless and needy before his hands settled at your waist, bringing you the slightest bit closer to finally touch his lips to yours.

“That’s kinda hot.” You admit when you finally pull away.

“Nobody gets to flirt with my girl.”

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How the Peaky Blinders React To You Being Shy

ok so the original request was “could you do how they would react when their girlfriend is very quiet but talks a lot when she's excited but kind of cuts herself off in fear of talking too much?” but then i uh ,, ,went overboard like i do so here yall go lmao. bad title is bad

In this imagine, you’ll be with: Tommy Shelby, Arthur Shelby, John Shelby, Ada Shelby, Polly Grey, Michael Grey, Alfie Solomons, Isaiah Jesus, Luca Changretta, Aberama Gold

TOMMY SHELBY

Even if you had worked for the Shelbys for more than a year, he hardly talked to you directly. You were so quiet, and while you were very pretty, the shy sort of girls just didn’t catch Tommy’s attention. This changed on a day when he stopped by Charlie and Curly’s, and saw you excitedly talking to them about a horse Tommy had just bought. When he made himself known, you went red in the face, clammed up and shied away while Charlie talked to him. 

First of all, it was strikingly cute, and Tommy didn’t often think that about anything. Secondly, he hated the idea that you might be anxious around him. Tommy said you could come see and ride the horse anytime, and still after that, kept trying to talk to you and see your eyes light up again. 

Once you two are in a relationship, whenever you start excitedly talking about something, he’s quiet and pays complete attention to you. You’re still as quiet and shy as the day he  met you, but not to him - which he privately likes. He enjoys being one of the few people you open up to.

ARTHUR SHELBY

From the day you first started working for the Shelbys, Arthur thought you were gorgeous. He completely lost his train of thought when he walked in and saw you, and John had to snap his attention away. He tried talking to you best as he could, but you were so quiet, and often had trouble looking at him. Arthur was convinced that you didn’t like him, so he tried to give up on his crush, as much as it hurt. (Okay, well, he couldn’t stop thinking about you that easily, so he just admired you from a distance).

One day he saw you outside the shop for the first time, and couldn’t keep himself from seeing what you were doing. You were bundling up a cat you found on the street. If that wasn’t precious enough, you were happy to see him and chattered about the cat, how you’d been feeding it and earning it’s trust, and you wanted to take it back home to treat its wounded leg. He walked you back home and once there, you blushed and clammed up, and apologized for taking up so much of his time. Arthur blurted you could have as much of his time as you wanted.

He visited you every day, using the cat as a lame excuse, and before long you two were dating. He was so relieved you weren’t afraid of him, he couldn’t help but confess as soon as possible. Whenever he gets you talking about something you like, he can’t help but grin and look at you like you hang the moon. He does tend to be protective of you, especially in big crowds, and he gets an adorably jealous expression whenever you chat animatedly with his brothers. 

JOHN SHELBY

He was drawn to you right away, so he wasted no time in trying to chat you up and get to know you, even when Polly scolded him many times to let you focus on your work. You shied away so much and made excuses that he worried you were scared of him. John tried to brush that off, but it ended up bothering him more than he wanted it to. It was Ada who told him he was coming on way too strong, you were a shy and sweet sort of girl who didn’t need him messing with her heart (that last part may have ended with a not so subtle threat).

John wasn’t deterred, though. He just had to get to know you better, and when he he caught you outside of work, he noticed you were admiring several cars. This was his chance, and he was grinning like a dork once you began chattering away at different models of automobiles and engines. He absolutely showed you the Shelby car and even drove you home several times after work. 

John is still much louder and more outgoing than you. During parties he'll take a minute to ask if you're comfortable and won't hesitate to take you home, he also makes a point to have everyone shut up if you want to say something during a family meeting. He loves it when you explain things to him because of how you word it and your voice - he could listen to you rattle off a weather report. 

ADA SHELBY

Ada was drawn to your sweetness right away. She didn’t have many friends herself when you met, and while you were bashful, you were also honest. Ada always encouraged you to speak up for yourself and to not be afraid of other people’s opinions, especially after she stopped seeing her family for a while. 

She adores how you light up when you talk about something you love, and she’ll always shush someone if you’re talking like this. It makes her SO angry when someone tries to speak over you. If you ever feel insecure about being shy or introverted, Ada will quickly tell you it’s one of your most endearing traits … though you’re certain she thinks anything you do is “endearing”. 

POLLY GRAY

She wasn’t so sure about hiring someone outside the family for some bookkeeping and secretariat work, but Polly was impressed with your punctuality, thoroughness, and most importantly … You kept your mouth shut. Polly was the most hesitant to hire you at first, but once you proved your loyalty, she was quick to get to know you personally. She really felt you ought to speak up more, and not be so shy; especially in their line of business. 

Pol has no regard for anyone who tries to talk over you or intimidate you, and anytime the Shelby boys (or anyone else) tries to flirt, they tend to get a glare from her. To say Pol is protective of you is a bit of an understatement; sometimes you worry she sees you more like a little girl than a woman.

Still, she means well, and it’s Polly who invites you to tea at her house and gets you to laugh and chat about all sorts of things. She’s very relaxed around you, and has confided in you many times, confident you’ll keep her secrets, as you keep the secrets of the Shelby company.

MICHAEL GRAY

At first, Michael got a little frustrated with you. He was fond of you, but he didn’t understand why you were seemingly afraid of him - okay, maybe he didn’t have the friendliest expression sometimes, and maybe you overheard him arguing business, but sometimes you’d just spend almost an hour in the same room together, saying nothing. Finally Polly had to give him advice, she thought you were a nice girl and not the type to be impressed by jewels and extravagance.

So, Michael started to do soft small talk and would bring you something nice, like a small vase of flowers for your desk or a cute box of sweets. You didn’t care for the grand parties that he’d partake in, so after work he’d linger behind and ask about your evening plans - probably slip and ask about a boyfriend, too. One of these evenings he got you chattering, and it was such a change, seeing your eyes light up and your cute smile as you talked. You both ended up staying way later than intended, and Michael was even later to the party because he wanted to drive you home. 

Even after you’ve been dating for a while, Michael wants to spoil you with beautiful things and have you on his arm at parties and important business meetings. When he notices you start to shy away, he’ll ask if you’re alright and if you want to leave early. He always has a driver on hand to take you home if that’s what you wish, though he obviously prefers to do this himself. He has zero patience for anyone trying to egg you into talking more or asking pointed questions; he’ll shut them down harshly. 

ALFIE SOLOMONS

You were one of the secretaries for their “legitimate” store fronts, one that Alfie had to visit often, and holy shit if you weren’t the cutest thing he’d ever seen. He always liked to tease the new secretaries once or twice, but you were the only one who lit up like a fire engine and stammered. He told your boss to make sure you were working the days he came in, and he’d spend several minutes teasing you and getting you to blush before starting business. 

He did feel a little bad for always flustering you, and he wasn’t totally sure if you even appreciated the attention, so he figured he’d buy some flowers as an apology and (maybe) let up on teasing you. The thing is, you gave him the sunniest smile when he delivered them, and you started to chatter about the flowers with total confidence. You didn’t even shy away from his gaze or stumble over your words, you were so excited about whatever rare lily he bought - is that what it was? - and when your boss walked in to greet him, you clammed up. Alfie immediately told the man to fuck off and go back into his office.

After you’re together, Alfie still likes to good-naturedly tease you, but he’s great at getting you to chatter away at this or that. He encourages you to be more confident, but he knows it isn’t that easy. If anyone attempts to talk over you or interrupt, they get a terrifying glare from your boyfriend. 

ISAIAH JESUS

Isaiah was SO sure you were just being aloof on purpose, that you were making him go through some kind of test. He heard about girls doing things like that, so he’d talk big game around you to impress you … Only to glance over and noticed you had walked away at some point. His father thought the crush was amusing, and it was him who said you were a shy girl who needed a gentler touch. Isaiah worried he’d mess it up somehow, but it ended up coming to him easily. His favorite thing was to stop by when you were leaving your workplace, so he could take you for a quick bite to eat, or he’d show up on your break to give you flowers or some sweets he just “happened” to have. 

Once he found out how far your house was from your home, Isaiah liked to walk with you in the evenings. First the conversation was short and a little awkward, but then he started asking questions and got you talking, which he was very proud of. He’d quickly ignore anyone calling out to him in favor of walking and chatting with you. His friends would tease him once he finally showed up at the Garrison, but he’d just talk about how pretty and sweet you were, zero shame in his voice as he went on about his crush. It wasn’t too long before he asked you out.

Isaiah prefers to keep you separate from his gang life. Admittedly, he used to treat you like you were too fragile to handle the truth, but you quickly proved him wrong when you treated his wounds and scolded him for worrying you. Whatever you’re interested in, he likes to find out more about it so he can surprise you. 

LUCA CHANGRETTA

Luca often flirts with the new girls who work for his family, and he found you especially charming. Once he realized how shy you were, he became gentler with his words, speaking to you in a more flattering way, loving how red your cheeks would get. He started to become very fond of you, and even a little protective - if his men tried to flirt as well, he’d irritably tell them to keep to themselves. He wished he could talk to you and learn more about you, but he also didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. 

His wish was swiftly granted during the huge Christmas celebration his family always threw. They invited everyone from closest family to minor acquaintances, so of course you were there. Not only were you radiant in your dress, you were talking animatedly to some friends, and Luca couldn’t stop staring. He wanted to step in, to have you talk to him and look at him that way, but he didn’t want to interrupt the story you were telling, so he just listened. 

The next he saw you, he made a point to casually bring up whatever you were talking about, and he tried to contain his happiness at how you began happily chatting away like you did with your friends. When you blushed and apologized for it, he was quick to ask you questions to keep you talking. 

ABERAMA GOLD

Pretty girls often caught his eye, and not only were you that, you seemed to be the only quiet, reasonable person amongst the Shelbys. He liked to observe you, watching in amusement how you’d take careful notes, making little expressions as you wrote: rolling your eyes, biting your lip and so on. He casually asked after you when Arthur was drunk and got plenty of information. Whenever he’d see the Shelbys for business, Aberama made a point to say hello to you and exchange some words.

It was just fun flirting at first, but then he sent you into chatterboxing and when your hands hastily flew to your mouth to shut it, Aberama grabbed your wrists without thinking and asked you to please continue. Now he was too far gone. He’d bring you flowers, a bottle of wine, and you’d blush to your ears whenever Lizzie teased about where it came from. Tommy bluntly told him to stop flirting with his secretary whenever you were working.

It didn’t take long at all for him to ask you on proper dates. He’d want to take you wherever he goes, but he understands if you’d rather keep to yourself, especially at the rowdy boxing matches or big parties at the Garrison. His favorite thing is when you tug on his sleeve and make him lean down so you can whisper something to him.

LIZZIE STARK

Lizzie noticed you were a shy sort right away, and how easily you tended to blend into the hectic workplace of their company. She thought you were pretty, and had little opinion beyond that ... Until she noticed how clever and adept you were with the work, and how easily you handled the more interesting sides of the Shelbys. She made a point to talk to you, because in a way, she felt a bit of comradeship with you. 

You started taking lunch together and she was delighted by how you’d go off on these tangents or deep discussions of work. Lizzie would sharply stop you anytime you apologized for talking too much, or anything, really - she wanted you to build confidence and insisted it started with stopping all these apologies. Anytime the men would talk over you, she’d give you a look and nudge you forward to say your piece. Polly and Ada teased her about her favoritism, and Lizzie thought it was very cute when you’d blush at their words.

You’re much more open with her in private, which she likes, and with her encouragement you’ve become more confident at work. If you’re still feeling nervous around strangers, especially all the parties you two are dragged to, you two have a system where you nudge her hand or say an innocuous word, and you both slip out and go home. 

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[1:44am] you realized it when you were staring into his eyes.

you and your lifelong best friend, jisung, were just lying down on the floor of the dreamies’ living room, talking endlessly about anything that came to your minds, like you always did.

he had invited you over to play some video games with him, and despite his manager scolding him for staying up so late with you even though you both had a curfew, jisung ssid that it was the most fun he had this week, since the last time you hung out was cut off and he missed you terribly after when jaemin had abruptly carried you away from him because it was getting late and you two were just inseparable.

it had always been like that. everyone in nct (hell, maybe even the entire company) knew that you and jisung were best friends who met in the neighborhood playground when you were only eight.

you were minding your own business daydreaming, sitting on the very end of the slide like you usually did, because no one in their right mind would go to the playground at six in the morning, when you suddenly felt a strong pair of feet kick you, face first, into the sand. apparently, jisung hopped on the slide without checking if there was anyone sitting at the bottom (“because who sits like a loser at the end of a slide?”). as an apology, he gave you a doraemon band-aid and treated you to ice cream (after, of course, rushing away to his house to ask his mother first).

after that incident, it’s like you two were destined to meet one another, as funny and cliche as it sounds. you promised that you would tell each other your secrets and your crushes, because you two have reached the point of closeness where there was almost no boundary between you and him anymore. jisung had always been a quiet, reserved boy, who appeared to be only comfortable with his group members, but he opened up to you. it was like you were his missing puzzle piece, and him yours.

it had always been like that.

whenever your name was mentioned, people would think, oh, park jisung’s best friend. best friend. it had stuck to you. you didn’t mind, not at all— being park jisung’s best friend is the best thing that has ever happened to you. you didn’t mind being only known for being his best friend, a piece of his childhood that had stuck to him even now, but sometimes, the title hurt you whenever he called you his best friend— for what reason, you didn’t know.

you were lying down next to him, matching sailor moon pyjamas wrinkled because of the tickle fight you had earlier. you both were in silence for a moment, which was perfectly normal. sometimes, you two liked to be quiet, bask in each other’s companies and thoughts.

you were about to doze off when he suddenly spoke up.

“what if we fell in love with each other?”

your eyes darted over to his face, just to see his eyes staring back at you. your heart started beating faster, all of a sudden. you tried your best to look calm, swallowing away the feeling of your heart about to burst out of your mouth.

“i mean, it would be kind of cute, wouldn’t it?” you said, voice wavering a little.

you felt your cheeks fluster under his intense gaze and you immediately looked away, eyes darting to find something to look at just to hide away the embarrassing scarlet colour that’s beginning to show on your cheeks.

“i guess it would.” jisung laughed a little and reached over to grasp your hand with his. you closed your eyes briefly as you could physically feel the urge of your heart skyrocketing from your chest.

it was weird.

why is your heart battering against your ribcage right now, in a pace so fast you’re terrified you’d faint? he had always held your hand, despite the constant teasing of his members, and he always hugged you tighter than he did with others, he always showed you affection, but why does it feel different this time?

“you know, taeil hyung asked me if we were dating,” he huffed out, eyes wandering to look at you.

“oh?” you decided to stare back at him again, ignoring your heart beating so fast you’re scared jisung would notice. “what did you say?”

“i said i wish we were,” jisung’s eyes crinkled as he said that, and you realized he was blushing, despite his giggling and the teasing tone in his voice.

“shut up, sung,” you rolled your eyes and sat up, letting go of his hand. he did the same and ruffled his hair, his laugh a lovely melody echoing around the room.

jisung stopped laughing and looked up at you again, meeting your gaze and smiling up at you. his hand found yours again and he clasped it tightly. “i wouldn’t mind falling in love with you, though. i’m serious.”

oooooh my god.

you were in love with him.

you were in love with park jisung, your fucking best friend of ten years.

the way he looked at you, with the same adoration his eyes held the day he met you when you smiled at his doraemon band-aid, made your legs feel like jelly. his smile, always ever so-charming, always made you feel warm and at home and this time wasn’t am exception.

you realized it when you were staring into his eyes.

there was no denying it.

the way your heart practically leapt when he said those words. you knew there was something about jisung that made him so different from all your other friends. he had something in him that made you feel at ease, whenever you were stressed, whether it be about something big or small, he’s able to calm you down and make you smile through your tears and frustration. now that you thought about it, this isn’t the first time you reacted weirdly and acted just so unlike your usual self when he was around.

you have always liked him. you have always liked his company, you probably enjoyed it over everyone else’s. you always wanted to be by his side and you missed him terribly when he had to go away, but you were so indescribably happy when he was with you.

maybe you just thought it was normal to feel like with your friends. but you realize now, that you never get butterflies in your stomach when you’re with your other friends.

he wasn’t the type to say things like this, nor was the type to joke around. and if he was joking, maybe you’d just call it a night and go home and be sad in your bed—

“i like you, jisung.”

he laughed.

he laughed.

the anticipation you had for a genuinely positive reaction from him dissipated quickly and you frowned. you were being serious. it was okay if he had rejected you and pulled away from your hand in disgust. you would’ve accepted that reaction more, you could cope with that. but laughing? you were sure you wouldn’t be friends with anymore after this.

“why are you laughing?” you huffed out, loosening your hold on his hand a little. “i know i’m not very attractive or anything but i’m being serious—”

you felt his lips press against your own and he pulled away with another chuckle before smiling at you again. you fell silent immediately and you looked at him, eyes almost bugging out of the sockets and you had to fight the smile forcing its way on your lips. did he just?

“i like you too, you dork.”

#park jisung #jisung #park jisung fluff #park jisung imagine #park jisung imagines #nct smut #nct dream #nct timestamp #nct reactions #nct dream imagine #nct imagines #nct dream timestamp #( writings ) #:( repost bc it won't show up in the tags

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beautiful disaster - ch 1

Rating: M Ship: Kyoru Chapter 1/5: “Do you wanna hang out?”

Tags: Fluff, Smut, Learning intimacy, Virgin Dorks, Post-Curse, Manga/Anime Spoilers 

Graduation was fast approaching, it seemed. Though it was still a few months away, Kyo couldn’t help but want to hang onto these memories of high school. Life would be completely different soon. Not in the way Kyo had originally suspected, of course. For so many years… he believed after he graduated high school that he’d be locked away for the rest of his life. That his life on the “outside” would be over. That he’d be separated from Tohru forever… and he’d be doomed for a lonely eternity. 

But instead, she changed his life forever. Changed everyone around her like the precious flower she was. If anyone could bring out the good in someone, it was always her. Always Tohru. He didn’t deserve her… God, he didn’t. But she chose him. And how lucky he was that she did. 

Shigure and the rat weren’t going to be home that afternoon. The thought of being left alone with Tohru made him warm all over. It shouldn’t be a big deal. They spent so much time together as it was since they’d been dating for months. And during their summer break they were alone a few times and it didn’t matter. Kyo couldn’t be afraid of being alone with the girl he loved. That was just stupid. There wasn’t anything to worry about. Or fret over. Or overthink. Right? 

Right?

So, why did today feel so different? Why was he so itchy all over? He’d noticed a shift lately. He found himself staring at her hips as they swayed, found himself eyeing the creamy skin of her legs that shown between her skirts and socks. 

“Oh, hey, Carrots. You waiting on Tohru?” 

Bristling, he rocketed out of his thoughts. Kyo glanced up to see Uotani standing there with her arms crossed. Freaky wave girl wasn’t with her, shockingly. Not that he minded… her constantly teasing him about how attractive his master is made his skin crawl. Since the spirit of the cat had left him, he’d noticed that people were able to sneak up on him a lot easier than they used to. He kind of hated it, but he couldn’t really complain. 

“Yeah, why?” 

She cocked a brow. “Why do you think? Usually the prince is around to walk Tohru home with you, but he’s been surprisingly absent lately.” 

Kyo snorted. “‘Course he is. He’s gotta girlfriend now and that student council crap. Besides, s’not like I want that jerk around.” 

“You do like to hog our Tohru to yourself, huh?” 

“That’s not what I meant!” 

Uotani just barked a laugh at his expense. Just like she always did. Kyo couldn’t help but think there was a bit of spite to her words. She wasn’t wrong. And Tohru already agreed to move away with him. She’d be far away from the people she loved. There was a small guilt that ate at him for that reason alone. Tohru had agreed to come with him. Insisted that he was her most important person, and that she wanted to be with him. So, so many times, Kyo thought about how he didn’t deserve her devotion. That she shouldn’t give up everyone she loved just for him. But she was insistent. 

He’d do whatever it meant to make her happy. 

Kyo would give Tohru the damn universe if he could. If that's what she wanted. 

“Seriously, though… Don’t go too crazy with your new found alone time. Be gentle with her, alright? She’s never had a boyfriend before and all of this is new to her.” 

Pushing off the wall, he tilted his head. “Well, yeah. I’m new at this too and-- wait .” Kyo felt his cheeks heat as the meaning of her teasing words suddenly sunk in. “Shut up! That’s none of your damn business.” 

Uotani tsked. “Don’t tell me you’re a prude, Carrots.” 

“I--” he gritted his teeth. “I ain’t talking about this with you,” he sneered as he turned his back to her. 

“You really do fluster easily, dontcha? No wonder you’re soulmates.” 

Kyo grunted, feeling his cheeks warm clenching his fists before stomping off. “I’m gonna go find her.” 

“See ya! I’ll ask Tohru all about it later!” she snickered with a wave. 

“Shut up!” 

Damn, did she know? Was it obvious he’d been checking Tohru out lately? Shit! Had she noticed!? Fuck, that was embarrassing. 

  The walk back home was uncomfortably silent, not that Tohru noticed. Her fingers were twined with his own as she hummed happily and swung their connected palms without a care in the world. She was muttering about what to make for dinner. Kyo loved that about her… that she could be in her own little world. Entirely obvious to the inner turmoil he felt. Not that he wanted her to know what he was so worked up about. 

That stupid yankee didn’t know what she was talking about. ...Well, maybe she did . But that wasn’t the point. He couldn’t pressure Tohru into something like that. Unless… Wait. Did--Did Tohru bring it up to her friends? Did they talk about that kinda stuff? Did that mean she was ready for the next level of--of physical affection? 

Shit, what did he know!? He couldn’t even hug a girl until recently. And the only girl he wanted to hug was Tohru. The only girl he wanted to do anything with was Tohru. They’d just learned how to cuddle, dammit. And Kyo hadn’t even realized how fucking touch starved he was until he and Tohru curled up together watching movies in the living room. Until they laid together listening to stupid music on the radio on her bed. Until he hugged her from behind when she cooked dinner--Shigure and Yuki caught them that time. And he was utterly humiliated and annoyed by their teasing. 

Who could he even talk to about it? Certainly not Shigure. That guy was gross and perverted and there was no way he was going to ask for sex advice from somone who wrote trashy romance novels. Even if he was an expert on the topic, clearly. His master was also out of the question. He would be far too embarrassed to discuss that with his parent. Even if he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it, it’d still be a big deal for Kyo. 

So… that left the damn rat, didn’t it? Shit. No way. No way in hell would he stoop low enough to ask that bastard if he knew how to… er. Besides, he didn’t necessarily understand Yuki's relationship with Tohru, he can’t say that the guy would appreciate it. Anytime he fucked up, that guy was always there to glare at him. Or beat the crap out of him. 

Fuck. He really was on his own with this, wasn’t he? Obviously, Kyo wasn’t an idiot. He knew the mechanics of how intimacy worked. But that just seemed like such a huge step to take. Which meant… he really would have to ask Tohru how she felt on the matter. 

“Kyo…? Are you okay?” 

Ah, crap. She finally noticed. 

His cheeks flushed in an instant. “Y-Yeah… Yeah, I’m fine.” 

Tohru blinked, looking over him. “Are you sure?” 

Just spit it out. Just spit it out, goddammit!

“D-Do you and your friends talk about--uh--I dunno… girl talk?” 

She seemed a bit taken aback by his question but took a moment to mull it over. Tohru glanced away from him, tapping her chin as she thought. “I guess so. We have sleepovers a lot. We talk about girl things then.” 

“Do you… talk about me?” 

“Well, yeah. I love talking about you, Kyo. Oh,” she glanced away as he tried not to focus on the admission that his girlfriend does, in fact, talk to her friends about him. “That must get bothersome after a while. I hope Uo-chan and Hana-chan aren’t annoyed by it.” 

Kyo bumps her slightly with a small smirk. “They would never tire of hearing your voice. Neither do I. It’s… It’s special.” 

Giggling, she gazed up at him. Those brown eyes full of a happiness that made him weak as she smiled so innocently. God, he almost felt dirty… thinking of her like that. But wouldn’t it be wrong if he didn’t? She was the love of his life. Of course, he thought of her like that. As a woman. As someone to hold and kiss and caress… He really did want to touch her. To please her. To make her feel loved the way she deserved. Damn, she deserved so much.  

There was a dampness between their palms. Was he sweating? Was he nervous? Shit, he needed to chill out before she really noticed something was up. Because she would. It was Tohru. She could read him like a damn book, just as he could with her. 

“Why do you ask?” 

He nearly choked. “Uh! J-Just curious is all. Just wanna know if I need to be worried about that yankee knowing all of my business.” 

Tohru giggled at that. “No, of course not.” 

Humming in agreement, Kyo thanked whatever deity was looking out for him that they were finally home. That had to have been one of the longest walks home of his life. Normally, he’d love Tohru’s company but being around her while he was driving himself insane… wasn’t helping him at all. 

He just kept thinking about touching her. How soft her skin was. How her cheeks flushed when he told her how cute she was. Would she blush like that when he ran his palms along her bare hips and-- stop! Nope! Nope nope nope. Enough of that. 

Releasing her hand, he quickly unlocked the door (because it was actually locked this time) and kicked off his shoes. Tohru trotted in happily after him, blissfully unaware of the dirty images that had just flashed in his mind. Was he really a dirty pervert like Shigure said? No. No way. It was perfectly natural to be attracted to his girlfriend. Physically. Emotionally. ...Sexually. All of it. That was part of being in love, right? To desire someone? To feel that want aching inside of him? 

Dammit, this was all Uotani’s fault. Yes, maybe he was fretting over being alone with Tohru… a little. But she brought it up! She made him think about--about that.  

“Kyo?” 

She was looking at him then. Tohru was bent at the waist, hands behind her back as she peered up at him from beneath her brown locks. There was that smile… that sweet smile that always made his chest tighten in a wonderfully longing ache. 

Finally, he relaxed for the first time since they’d left school. She wouldn’t bring it up, would she? It had to be him… She’d tell herself something stupid, wouldn’t she? She’d think he didn’t want her like that. She’d think that he wasn’t ready. She’d think he didn’t desire her physically, but dammit it all he did. He wanted her so badly it made him feel crazy. 

Dropping his bag, he grabbed her hand and tugged her close. She yelped in surprise when her face hit his chest. A small part of him was waiting to transform, but it never came. He knew logically it wouldn’t, but a small part of him always had that fear gnawing at the back of his mind. Instead of fretting, he wrapped his arms around her waist. 

“Sorry,” he murmured into her hair. “I’m the one being spacey today, huh?” 

Tohru gazed up at him with those beautiful brown eyes before reaching up and bumping him lightly on the head with her knuckle. 

...Did she just…? 

He snorted. “Dork.” 

“Kyo’s the one who needs to come back to earth,” she sang with a beam. “What do you want for dinner?” 

You.

His cheeks flushed. “Um, it’s up to you. M-Maybe, Shigure and the rat will know what they want. How about we just… Do you want to hang out?” 

Blinking, she tilted her head. “Of course. I always want to be with you.” 

Kyo groaned, bumping his forehead to hers. “You can’t say cute things like that.” 

That earned him another giggle in response. He could listen to that laugh every single day… Every sound she made was addicting. And Kyo greedily took them in. 

He wasn’t sure what he was doing when she followed him into his room. There wasn’t a plan… he hadn’t thought he’d get this far? N-Not that he was trying to go far with his girlfriend. He just--he just wanted to spend time with her. Whatever happened just happened. They would be leaving soon. Things would be different. And he just wanted to savor every moment he had of this life before their lives changed. Of course, he wanted to be with Tohru for the rest of his life. And he was excited for that. 

Tohru was curled against his side, her head resting on his chest. He loved her. He loved her so much. It never crossed his mind that there would be a day that he could do this. That he could cuddle. That he could lay in bed with her touching him like this. Unable to help himself, he brushed a hand through her hair. Pressing a kiss to her crown, he snuggled closer to her. 

With a content hum, Tohru glanced up at him. “Is this really okay, Kyo? Are you sure Shigure-san and Yuki-kun won’t mind that I’m not making dinner?” 

“If either of them have something to say, they’ll have to answer to me.” 

She laughed at that before nodding. “I’m… I’m so happy we can be like this. It’s so nice to lay here with you.” 

“I know… I--I never thought I’d be able to hold you.” 

He heard a small sniffle in response. Kyo looked down and saw the tears welling up in her eyes. “Oi! D-Don’t cry,” he sputtered and wiped her tears before they could fall. “Dummy, that’s nothing to get upset over. We’re here now.” 

Her voice was soft when she spoke. “S-Sometimes I’m afraid I’ll wake up and--and everything will be different. That Kyo will be gone and--” she whimpered. 

Oh. Oh, never. Never ever would he let that happen. 

Kyo tipped her chin up, smiling softly at her. “I’m not going anywhere, alright?” 

She nodded. “I-I love you.” 

“I love you, too…” 

He cupped her cheeks, pulling her in for a soft kiss. Warmth pooled inside his gut, swirling and seeping into his veins. Heartbeat quickening in his chest, he felt more want for her than he ever had before. Kyo wasn’t sure when he did… and he hadn’t even meant to… but he deepened the kiss, slanting his mouth against her own. Tohru didn’t seem to object as she sighed into his mouth. 

Palm sliding into her hair, he twined his fingers into the brunette strands. He felt Tohru’s smaller digits clench the front of his shirt. When did the room get so hot? When did it become so suffocating? So hard to breathe? 

When she let out a whine, Kyo felt his world tilt. The tiny sound sent heat straight to his groin. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Mayday. This was bad. This was so, so bad. He had to control himself for her sake. 

Suddenly, her lips left his. She didn’t move far though. “Kyo…? Is this okay?” Tohru asked, her lips brushing his. 

He chuckled. “I should be asking you that. Are you okay?” 

Tohru nodded, face flushing. “Y-Yes. I feel, um…” 

“Yeah,” he snorted. “Me too.” 

“Really? You too?” 

“Mhmm…” 

Tohru cuddled closer to him. “Could we… continue?” 

“Do you want to?” 

“Yes.” 

Well, hell. Who was he to deny her anything? 

Kyo cupped her cheek with a tender smile. The way she gazed up at him, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. She was so beautiful. He hoped she knew that. Hoped she knew how much he treasured her. He wanted to show her. Gently, he pulled her back in. Kyo pressed his lips back to her own. The kiss was chaste and tender. Until he deepened it, his tongue tracing her lips gently. Tohru hummed sweetly in response, her lips dancing with his own. 

Slowly, he trailed his fingers downward over her hips. Tohru’s breath hitched making him chuckle. “You okay?” 

“Yes, you just surprised me is all.” 

He smiled at that with a timid brush of his fingers against her thigh. With a whimper, Tohru clutched his chest again before tugging him down for more kisses. He would gladly oblige her. Kyo felt his fingers tremble when his hand slipped beneath her skirt. No slap came or anything, so Tohru didn’t seem to mind so much. 

She hummed when he cupped her rear, and it only egged him on. Kyo kneaded the soft flesh there. God, she was soft. So soft. He loved that. Loved how much she squished under his touch. Maybe, he was being too bold… but he fiddled with the edge of her panties, dipping a finger beneath the cloth. 

Her lips left his. “You, um--” 

Pausing, he glanced down at her. “Yeah?” 

“Take--” she sucked in a breath. “You can take them off.” 

Heart pounding, his throat grew tight. “O-Okay.” 

His hand traveled slowly upward, giving her time to change her mind. The last thing he’d want was to displease her. But the objection never came, and Kyo tugged at the waistband of her panties. His breath was lost in his throat as he watched them slide down her legs. He was going to die. This would truly be the death of him. 

She shuffled, her thigh brushing against the bulged formed in his pants. He groaned in response. Tohru yelped, pushing back. 

“I’m so sorry! Did I hurt you!? I didn’t mean--” 

He bumped his fist to her forehead. “Stop, dummy. That didn’t hurt. Uh--at all.” 

“Oh. It--It didn’t?” 

“Yeah, I, uh, didn’t make that noise cause it hurt.” 

Blinking, she gazed at him. The gears were turning in her head. God, he loved her but sometimes Tohru could be really dim. But… he couldn’t help but find it endearing. She was really cute. She gasped, the realization dawning on her. Cheeks reddening further, she gawked at him. “O-Oh. I understand. Should I do something…?” 

“Just… Can I touch you?” 

Silently, she nodded. 

Kyo gently pushed her shoulder, encouraging Tohru to roll onto her back. Leaning his cheek against her forehead, his hand returned to her skin. He rubbed gentle circles on her thigh before finally venturing upward. When his hand found her center, they both froze. Tohru whimpered, brow pinched and lips pursed. He was sure it didn’t hurt… She was just nervous. So was he. 

He was timid when he brushed a finger along her folds. There was a slickness there that surprised him. Her breathing was heavy on his neck, the feeling sending tingles down his spine. Kyo was terrified of rushing. Of going too fast and not pleasing her. Or even disappointing her. 

Pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, he stayed there with his lips against her skin as he dipped a single digit inside her. The little moan that left her lips almost killed him. But he had to keep his wits about him. He had to do this right. This was their first time doing anything like this. He couldn’t fuck it up. 

His motions were slow. A soft in and out. When Tohru hitched her leg upward, he almost died. But that was a good sign, right? He wasn’t hurting her. She was okay with what he was doing. That was what he wanted. He wanted to please her. Make her feel good. That was his goal. All for her. 

Tohru’s fingers wrapped into his hair. She panted through parted lips. The sight had him wanting her even more than he did before. His movements grew faster, earning him another sound approval from her throat. 

“Kyo… I-I…” 

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” 

She clutched him, thighs quivering as her walls throbbed around his finger. She suddenly gripped his wrist, stopping his motions in his tracks. Tohru fought to catch her breath as he pulled his hand from her folds. Cringing at the moisture, he wiped his hand on his pants. 

Tohru gave a contented sigh. “That was really nice, Kyo.” 

“Did it feel good?” 

“Mhmm.” 

He smiled, nuzzling her crown. “Good. That’s what I wanted.” 

“But…” her palm brushed the bulge in his pants. His brain suddenly forgot all coherent thought when she gingerly rubbed him. “What about Kyo?” she murmured. 

Clearing his throat, he shook his head. “You don’t have to…” 

The sound of the front door opening downstairs sent them both whirling away from one another in a panic. Yuki’s voice called up to them, announcing he was home. Well, that was better than it being Shigure... Tohru yanked her panties from the futon and slipped them back on beneath her skirt. Kyo tried to ignore the sight of her bare ass when she pulled them up, but that was completely futile. 

“You’re beautiful.” 

She paused in her steps towards the door. Spinning, she smiled at him. “We’ll take care of Kyo next time, alright?” she asked, pressing her fingers to her lips. 

Kyo felt himself flush as she turned and left the room on clearly wobbling legs. Was she… Did she just tease him!? Dammit! He knew she was damn cheeky. God, his girlfriend was too damn cute for her own good. She would definitely be the death of him. 

He could hear her run down to welcome Yuki home. Glancing down at the very obvious tent in his pants, he realized that he’d definitely have to wait until he calmed down to go downstairs. He flopped back on the futon, rolling to his side. 

It was… weird. Had they really just done that? Did he really just pleasure his girlfriend? And then she said--

….Wait. 

Next time!?

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[awafflenamedhaji]

This is my first time making some x reader here in tumblr so please bare with my grammar and some mistakes😣😣

Yamaguchi x !fem!reader

You, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima are friends since kids and have been together till now

You and Tsukishima are cousins but you both have different personality (at this point I don't even know where he got his salty personality from)

You live in the same roof as Tsukishima since your family's house is far

You and Yams have a thing for each other but too afraid to confess to one another

Tsukishima always drops hints (like all the time) that you both like each other but just plain stupid to realiz,e he's the bridge of your relationship

"Tsukki!! Why'd you order me crispy fries?! I like them soggy you know!" Yamaguchi yells while pouting at Tsukishima who is grinning widely while staring at me

"Yams you can have mine! It's a bit crispy but there are some soggy ones!" I slid my fries onto his front and took the fries that Tsukishima bought

"Ha! It must be nice to have y/n's soggy fries huh?" Tsukishima then had a smug smile plastered on his face "Maybe she made them soggy on purpose—" I threw a wet wipe on Kei's face that smudged his glasses "WHAT THE— WHY'D YOU THROW THAT AT ME?!" Now it's my turn to have a smug smile on my face

"There was oil on your mouth and I was just helping you out cousin, you don't like oil on your mouth don'tcha?"

"Hey hey! Quit it you two, people are staring!" Yamaguchi whispered and looked at the both of us

"Ugh, I'm just gonna leave, have fun on your date" What the fuck is his problem

"D-date?! Tsukki what do you mean—" Yamaguchi hurriedly tried to catch up with Kei

"And y'all just gonna leave me here with your leftovers?"

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"Hey Kei?? Ya hear me? Hello???" I poked his side and to my surprise, he's ticklish there

"Oh my oh my! Kei's very ticklish on his sides huh??" I smirked while trying to tickle him

"Stop it will you?! Or I'll tell Tadashi that you like him!" W-what??! NO HE CAN'T KNOW

"NO NO NO I'M SORRY FOR DISTURBING I JUST WANT TO KNOW HOW TO SOLVE THIS!" I bowed to him and waited for his response

But to my dismay as I look up he has this smile that I can tell that he is planning on something

"Then you'll do anything I say? Is that a deal or not?" He took off his headphones and waited for my response

"W-well it depends on... what you are planning" I looked away at him and started fidgeting my hands

"You'll have to confess, well maybe not really confess but make him answer if he is interested into dating you"

"ARE YOU NUTS OR JUST FREAKING CRAZY?!? WHAT THE HECK KEI, YOU KNOW THAT HE ISN'T INTERESTED!!"

"How would I know? You two are like beans in a pod that you can't even separate" He was satisfied with my reaction so he went back to what he was doing

I swear for the love of Asajesus I want to kick this tall stick's ass and send him to the fucking sun

"Ugh I'd rather get buried than say to Yams that I like him" I played with the pen that was just lying on the desk the whole time

"Suit yourself, don't blame me if you get that problem wrong, I offered you a good deal yet you refused" THIS GUY—

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The next day my homework got returned to me and of course... I need to redo it

"Kei..." I tapped his shoulder

"Hm? You failed? Sucks to be you" He smirked and went back to dozing off to his “wonderland”

"Ughh just hear me out!! I accept your deal!" His eyes opened

"Then go ahead, there's an hour for you to go and confess"

"WAIT... YOU MEAN RIGHT NOW??!?! I'M NOT READY YET!"

"Take it or leave it, I'll be waiting" Ughh after that I ran to the cafeteria to find a grayish-green haired boy with freckles plastered on his face

"HAHAHAHAHA! Don't tell me that.. you spitted your orange juice on her blouse? Poor her she gotta wash that hard to take the stain off!" He laughed while talking to Hinata and Kageyama at the corner

"We'll I was surprised so I accidentally spat the juice at her!"

"Yams!" I called out and they immediately turned their heads at my direction

"Oh hey y/n! What's up? Is there a problem?" I huffed "I just need to excuse you for something urgent, umm you don't have to wait for Yams here bye!"

I held his wrist and dashed out of the cafeteria and of course we went to our usual spot where me Kei and Yams always go to

"Umm... so Yams uhh.. you see uhh I've been meaning to... ask you something" What the heck why can't I just talk like a normal person

"Yeah? What is it? I hope it's not hard to answer though hahaha!"

"Uhmm...." I fidgeted "A-are you... by any chance uhmm.... interested in you know.... in getting into a relationship" He looked at me in confusion and thought about what I asked

He blushed "N-no.. not really.." He's saying no but his face does..

"O-oh really? Hahaha! Uhmm is there someone you like? Like, like romantically?" He nodded in response and looked away

"Yeah... She has been for a long time had make my heart skip a beat"

"H-ha! Now I've got a chance to pass that freaking homework! Let's go? Kei might be waiting at the classroom" I stood up with a gloomy face, not even sparing a glance at Yamaguchi

"Ooh.. okay.... why did you ask though?" He got curious and of course I'm dumb and told him

"N-nothing... It was just a dare Kei made me do.. Just forget about it!"

Dead silence. Yes we're not talking to each other until I asked him

"Have y.. you asked the girl out?"

"No..."

"Why not? I mean I know she'll like you too! I mean who wouldn't want a fluffball like you?"

Who wouldn't like an amazing guy like you?

I looked at him and he was as red as a tomato, and it's so freaking adorable

"U-uuuh~ Can w-we drop the topic?"

...

I guess he doesn't like talking about someone he likes to me

(Istfg they're so dumb, but Yams is cute)

We have reached our classroom with silence, I've got no chance huh?

The day just went like how it used to, me listening to the teachers, taking notes and everything except when it's time to go back home

"Kei I'm going home early, don't ask why" He looked at me with a not so concerned look

"Uhh okay? Want me to tell Yamaguchi?"

"Nah, he's not interested about that anyway, oh and don't forget about the deal, Imma head out"

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I heard the door closed and so I took my notebook and pen and set it to his table

The door opens and he squinted at the sight

"What are you doing in here? Get out"

"HEY! I DID YOUR STUPID DEAL AND GUESS WHAT I GOT INDIRECTLY REJECTED! NOW GET YOUR ASS IN HERE AND HELP ME WITH MY HOMEWORK"

He rolled his eyes and settled in beside me

"The fuck? Where'd you get these answers from? Are you nuts?" HOW RUDE

"Not my fault his teaching was hard to understand" I scoffed

"Well if you're not dumb you'd get the answers right, anyone can solve this y/n"

"Ugh fine fine just teach me already!"

"Later, I need to wait for him" Him?? Is he expecting someone?

"Gomen Tsukki! I was adoring the cat outside so I got in late!" He opened the door panting, he still hasn't noticed me

"Uhm.. I-I'll just watch how to solve it, I'm going back to my room" I packed up my things and was about to stand

"I thought you wanted me to teach you? Since I'm teaching you two the same thing I called him here" He smirked

But I want to avoid him.. for the mean time

"Nevermind that, I'll just ask you something else, later Yamaguchi" I left Kei's room and went straight to bed

Ughh I can't face him like this, I'm just gonna take a nap and do my assignment later

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"Uhmm.. Y/n I'm sorry, but I don't feel the same way, I hope we can still be friends though..." I teared up

"Y-yeah it's alright, I'm not really expecting you to reciprocate my feelings so it's okay!"

No it's not okay, not okay..

I love you but you don't love me..

"LWHWIAKKAGSI" I woke up to see Yamaguchi's face close to mine

"OH MY FUCKI— OWW!" I bumped my forehead in his

"AH! I'M SORRY Y/N! I DIDN'T MEAN TO SCARE YOU! I WAS JUST GOING TO WAKE YOU UP!! GOMEN!!" I massaged my forehead "N-no it's okay! I was just s-surprised that you're here..."

"Tsukki said I should wake you up.. I'm really sorry! Ahh look at your head" He quickly touched my forehead and my heart starts to beat faster

"It has a bump! I'M REALLY SORRY!!!! I'M GETTING YOU SOME ICE!" He's leaving... this is your chance to confess or else you won't be able to get things off of your chest

"W-wait.." I held his shirt and started to get red

"What is it? Does it hurt? Fuck I'm sorry!" He took his hand off of my head

"N-no.. it's.. uhh.. ilikeyou..... so.." I mumbled "What? I can't hear you" Oh god this is embarrassing

"I like you Yams— I mean.. *sigh* You don't have to say anything, I'll just get the ice.. You can go back to Kei.." I said it... though this will be a one sided— "I l-like you too... y/n.. I like you a lot... I m-mean like lot, a lot more than anyth—" I hugged him

I don't want him to see my face, I'm so flustered that I just hugged him without hesitating

"Finally! These dumb dorks" Kei looked at us with satisfaction

"Y-you! You planned this huh?" I stood up and started to hit Kei's arm

"Ow! Well at least you won't have to sulk in this dark room of yours!"

"What do you mean dark?? This is called style you uncultured salt!"

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!?"

"I CALLED YOU AN UNCULTURED SALT! GOT A PROBLEM??"

"Hey hey don't start bickering, I'm going to teach her Tsukki so do you mind if you know.. you could-"

"Go back to your room and start listening to your weird music!" I pushed him to his room and went back to my “dark room” he said

"C'mere, I'll teach you the easy way" He sat down on the floor and started to scribble on my notebook

I wiggled my way to his lap and leaned on Yams

"H-hey! It's hard to teach if y-you're leaning on me!" I chuckled "You'll get used to it! Now teach me!"

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so yeah the ending is crap (○ﾟεﾟ○)

#yamaguchi x reader #haikyuu x reader #yamaguchi tadashi #haikyuu!! #fluff #yamaguchi

[elsanna-shenanigans]

August Contest Submission #13: Icy Justice And Poisonous Roses

Words: ca. 4,500 Setting: Modern AU (Superheroes) Lemon: No CW: graphic violence, mentioned character death, trauma, acid burns, enemies to lovers, poisons

Elsa wasn’t a fan of these formal gatherings. Not that she didn’t enjoy a good party or enjoy dressing up, but mainly because of the sorts of people that were usually in attendance. People who cared more about the money in their pockets than the betterment of others.

Still, Elsa was the most eligible woman in the city and probably the richest woman in this room, so she had to keep up appearances, lest people suspect what she did in the hours she wasn’t running her company or attending gatherings such as this.

She stood by the window, gazing down at Arendelle City, wondering if she was doing enough for this city. Granted, things had gotten better, police reforms, elimination of the more corrupt members of the city’s elite, but still there was suffering in the streets and for every supervillain locked away, someone more powerful and dangerous likely took their place.

It was a long war, a war that Elsa often wondered the point of fighting for. But then she remembered her parents, of the man who had taken them from her, the pain that had caused her, pain that had awoken the power within her.

“Enjoying the view?” a voice spoke to Elsa.

Elsa turned around, seeing an acquaintance of hers, Hans Westerguard, walk over to her, offering her a glass of champagne. She should have been talking to him more tonight, what with this being the fundraiser for his mayoral campaign and Elsa being a major donor.

Hans wasn’t exactly a perfect individual, but considering he was running against candidates that were a mob boss who posed as a philanthropist and a businesswoman who Elsa knew had been supplying tech and resources to supervillains, he was the lesser of three evils.

He had a good sense of justice about him, being the current district attorney. Though, Elsa had hoped he could do more with his position. She hoped that by donating so much to his campaign, she might be able to sway him to enact more progressive policies once he was in office.

Though of course, he had to get into office first.

“Oh, Hans,” Elsa replied, fiddling with her braid and blushing a little. She was good at putting on a shy, flustered dork act, a deliberate act to play up her more casual nature in her secret identity. “I didn’t see you there.”

“You seemed to be staring off into space there,” Hans remarked. “Care for a drink?”

“No, I’m driving myself home tonight,” Elsa responded.

“Really?” Hans remarked. “I’d have figured you’d have gotten your butler to handle it.”

“Kai has the night off, visiting some old girlfriend of his,” Elsa explained. Kai had been working himself too hard down in Elsa’s hideout of late, so she’d given him the night off.

“Fair enough,” Hans admitted, walking up beside her. “So… what do you suspect my chances are?”

“Of what?”

“Winning the election.”

“Oh,” Elsa said. “Well, the election isn’t for another month or so Hans. There’s still plenty of time to go.”

“Yes, but as you’re my largest donor, you must have a lot of faith in me,” Hans stated, looking smugly.

Elsa rolled her eyes. She had to at least humour the man. “Well, since you asked so nicely… I think you’re the city’s best chance. You’ve actually got policies that seem to be what the city needs. The others just want to uphold the status quo that has caused so many innocent people to suffer.”

“Why thank you.” Hans said, sipping his drink “Though I think an endorsement from that wonderful hero Fenris would probably seal the deal for me in this election.”

Elsa chuckled. “I don’t think superheroes are meant to give that sort of political statement.”

“True, but she’s done more good for this city in the last three years than anyone else… well except…” The two of them then saw a woman with short dark hair and wearing a rather snazzy tuxedo walking towards them. Though she didn’t exactly look very comfortable here.

“Commissioner Espinosa, good to see you here!”

“Westergard,” the commissioner replied flatly.

Elsa smiled. Cassandra Espinosa was one of Elsa’s closest friends, one of the few people she shared her secret with. Despite Cassandra being a policewoman, she was actually living up to what a police officer should be, not someone who gleefully enacted brutality on innocent people, values much more like those of her father, the previous commissioner.

“Enjoying the party?” Hans wondered. “You must not get a chance like this often other than maybe the annual policeman’s ball.”

“To tell you the truth, I’m only here because we got a tip earlier that someone might be targeting you tonight,” Cass stated. “You have pretty lax security here.”

“Cass, I’ve helped to put away some of the nastiest criminals in this city, I’ve learned to live with people wanting to kill me. One more threat against my life isn’t going to change that.”

“Mr Westerguard?” someone called to him from the crowd. “The governor wants to talk to you!”

“Oh, excellent,” Hans replied. “Ladies, if you’ll excuse me.”

As Hans left, Elsa and Cassandra stood alone, Cass leaning against the wall and sighing. Elsa leaned close to her, wanting to give her friend some reassurance.

“Good man, but I wish he’d look out for himself more,” she remarked. “Anything on your end, Els?”

“Not exactly,” Elsa admitted. “I’m starting to think tonight might be a quiet night for once.” She smirked playfully. “At least you got to wear your tux again.”

“Yeah well, take a look while it lasts,” Cass grumbled.

“I know my cousin would,” Elsa remarked. “Surprised Raps isn’t with you tonight.”

“Yeah well, after what happened the last time I took her out,” Cass remarked. “I figured it best she stayed at home.”

Elsa sighed. Cassandra was dating her cousin and childhood best friend Rapunzel. A few months back, while the two were on a date, a sniper hired by a mob boss had tried to assassinate Cassandra. They’d failed, but Rapunzel had been gravely injured. Elsa didn’t blame her for wanting to keep her cousin safe.

“Still, aren’t you two planning to tie the knot soon?” Elsa wondered. “You’ve been together long enough.”

“I… I don’t know,” Cass admitted. “It’s hard finding a good balance between her and my work. I’m worried marriage might… complicate things.”

“I know how you feel,” Elsa replied. “It’s why I’ve honestly never had much luck with relationships myself.” That was a lie. There was one woman in the world she still loved… though she was partly ashamed to admit it, even to Cassandra.

Suddenly, the entire building started to shake. Elsa thought there was an earthquake and quickly grabbed onto something. There was panic and commotion across the ballroom, Cassandra grabbing onto a nearby wall for support. Screams and cries filled the room.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Cass shouted.

Elsa tried to reach for her watch, but she found there was no need to, as she then saw several large vines rising up from the side of the building pressing against the windows. She gasped, looking straight at Cass in terror as a dark shadow overwhelmed them.

“CASS LOOK OUT!” Elsa shouted, tackling Cass to the ground as the vine crashed through the window.

All across the ballroom, there was utter chaos as the gigantic vines smashed into the room, knocking people over left and right, firmly entrenching themselves into the walls of the building.

In the middle of the room, the largest of the gigantic vines smashed through the window, a gigantic flower at its tip. As it stopped in its tracks, the large flower burst open, releasing a gas that caused all those around it to cough and splutter. Through the smoke, a figure emerged from the blooming pink flower, a rather revealing woman in a skintight pink and purple outfit with green highlights and long red hair.

“Rosethorn,” Cass whispered.

Elsa blushed and looked away. Anna… why now…

“You gonna deal with her?” Cass wondered.

Nodding reluctantly, Elsa looked at Cass. “Try and keep her distracted, but don’t hurt her too bad… she’s still my sister.”

“Elsa, she’s trying to kill people!” Cass argued in a hushed whisper.

“I can see that but she’s still family!” Elsa rasped.

Cass grumbled. “You know if she was my sister, I wouldn’t hesitate but fine, I’ll make sure I won’t do any permanent damage to her.”

“Thank you,” Elsa said gratefully, before she quickly ran out of the room, Cass pulling her pistol from her pocket.

Elsa rushed out of the bathroom, making her way through the panicking, scared crowds. As she arrived in the room, she looked at herself in the mirror, making sure she was alone.

To think that tonight she’d have to face her sister again. The two sisters had always been close as children, virtually inseparable. But that all had changed one fateful night. Her wealthy parents had taken Elsa out to see a movie, but Anna had to stay home and do her homework.

Anna had been spared in a way, as on their way home from the movies, Elsa and her parents were attacked by a mugger. The mugger had killed their parents without a second thought, gunning them down. In a rage… something had awoken inside of Elsa, a power that no other human had.

As she got older, she learned how to control this power, a power to manipulate ice and snow to her whim. She soon discovered that some people had the rare chance of being born with such powers, people who were later dubbed Metahumans. While Elsa’s had been the power to control ice, Anna’s power was somewhat different.

A few months after the funeral, Elsa had discovered Anna’s powers had awakened as well, the power to control plants and other forms of vegetation. As elated as Anna was at using her new powers, Elsa was worried about her, about them both. At this time, Elsa had decided to hone her powers and train herself in the arts of combat and science so she might one day fight to protect the innocent people of Arendelle City, so that no other child would go through what she and Anna had.

Anna on the other hand… was a different story. Her plant-based powers had made her infatuated with nature. At first, Elsa was glad that Anna was using her love for nature to cope with her parents’ grief. But as they got older, Anna started to get more involved in environmental work.

More than once, Elsa had to bail Anna out of jail for getting involved in protests and the like. She worried Anna was going down a dark path. Yes, protecting the environment was a noble goal… but Anna seemed obsessed. And then one night, Elsa’s worst fears were confirmed when she found Anna attempting to strangle the CEO of one of her business partners.

“Anna let him go!”

“No, he has to pay! All their kind have to pay! They’re choking the planet to death, Elsa, and no one is doing a damn thing about it!”

“And that justifies you being a murderer?!”

“Why do you care? I thought you’d be happy seeing scum like this die, after what happened to our parents!”

“What?! Anna, No!”

And then Anna had used her vine to snap the man’s neck. A fight broke out between them, Elsa blasting Anna with her ice powers… and leaving a permanent mark in the form of a white streak in her hair. Elsa looked down, wondering when this nightmare would end.

She loved Anna, she always had… but at this point she had to accept that her sister was truly dead, replaced by a monster that now called herself Rosethorn.

Pressing a button on her watch, Elsa watched it transform into a device that released dozens of tiny nanobots that she then rearranged and merged with her ice, forming a wolf-themed armour and long cape that completed concealed her body, the symbol of her alter ego, Fenris appearing on her chest.

Elsa looked at her masked face in the mirror, glaring sternly. “This will be the last friend of mine you hurt, Anna. I swear it.”

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Anna grinned wickedly as she sat on her throne of vines as her large tendrils wrapped themselves around the building, bursting through the windows of the ballroom. She watched as the pitiful humans ran in fear, taking a certain delight in what was happening.

Rich fools. Their kind loved to pollute and terrorise the environment, now they would know what it was like to be terrorised. The large pods on the side of the vine that Anna was riding on burst open, releasing toxic gas into the room that caused those surrounding the tendril to cough and splutter.

But while watching the humans suffer was delightful, she had a more important goal in mind, one of these pathetic fools in particular. Hans Westerguard was running for his life, trying to make it to a nearby door. However, Anna sent one of her vines forward, blocking his path.

"Now where are you off to, Mr Westerguard?” Anna sultrily remarked, getting off her throne. “We have important business to discuss.”

Hans turned, realising he’d have to hold her off. “What do you want, Anna?”

“Why, my dear, you of course,” Anna said, stroking the underside of his chin with her gloved hand. “I’ve waited a long time for this.”

“Look, Anna, I know I’ve made mistakes, but this isn’t right?”

“Isn’t right?!” Anna yelled. “Oh, it is very much right, Mr Distrct Attourney. You lined your pockets with all the greedy fuckers in this town who destroy and pollute the earth around you, who tore up innocent grassland to build a Metahuman prison where I was tortured!”

“They were trying to help you!”

“Help me?! I don’t need help!” Anna growled, wrapping tendrils around his neck. “I’ve dedicated my life to protecting this planet and all of its natural beauty. If that’s so wrong, then I’d prefer not to be right.”

Hans choked and gagged, struggling to breathe. “Anna… Ack!”

“What’s that Hans? I can’t quite hear you over the innocent people you’ve stepped on!” Anna growled. Suddenly, she heard a loud gunshot. A bullet flew through the air and pierced one of the tendrils around Hans’s neck. Anna screamed, feeling the pain like it was one of her own limbs as Hans was freed.

Cassandra, along with a few other out of uniform police officers and security guards, had arrived, taking aim at Anna with their pistols. “Come quietly, Rosethorn!”

“You’d protect him, officers?!” Anna remarked. “Such a deplorable monster who would be better off locked up in jail?”

“Look who’s talking, red,” Cass growled. “Put down the tentacles and I promise you, you won’t get hurt.”

“Dear, dear commissioner,” Anna chuckled. “I have no intention of doing anything of the sort. However

"Then, I’ll take you out as well!” Anna roared, sending another flurry of vines at the officers, the ends of the tendrils opening into mouths full of razor-sharp teeth.

The vines disarmed the other officers quickly, one of them literally disarming one man, spewing blood all over the ground from the severed limb. Not wanting to suffer the same fate, Cass quickly ducked out of the way, unloading a few bullets from her pistol into two of the vines.

However, she wasn’t fast enough, as a third quickly rushed up behind her. But Cass could be attacked by the vine, a blast of icy wind quickly froze the tentacles and a sharp sword made of a mix of ice and metal quickly slashed them apart. Fenris then stood, her wolf-like appearance and glowing blue visor making for an intimidating look.

“Ah, my dear arch enemy,” Anna said with a laugh. “Figured you’d be coming to the rescue of the oppressors.”

“The only person oppressing people is you, Rosethorn,” Fenris stated, pulling out her sword. She looked over at Hans, who was stumbling to his feet. “You alright, Mr Westerguard?”

“Fine, now that you’re here,” he groaned.

Rosethorn cackled. “I think it’s time I dealt with you first, my frozen foe. Let’s see if this will melt your icy armour!” She then sent out one of her tendrils behind Elsa, which shot out a glob of acid.

Hans’s eyes widened. “Look out!” He yelled, to which Elsa was barely able to react in time. Hans then leapt in the path of the glob of acid… and was struck in the face. He screamed and cried out in pain, writhing on the floor as the acid melted his face.

“Hans!” Fenris exclaimed, rushing to his side. She was almost sick at the sight of the injuries on Hans’s face.

“Oh well, I doubt he’ll be running for office anytime soon,” Anna remarked as she jumped onto one of her tendrils. “Time for me to make like a tree and leaf.”

Elsa turned to look at Anna, then she gazed down at Hans, who was still in agony. Cassandra rushed to Hans’s side, looking up at her.

“Go after her, I’ll take care of Hans and the wounded,” she reassured her.

“Thank you,” Elsa replied, before she then got up and rushed after Anna, the latter’s tentacles retracting from the building and coalescing into some kind of gigantic tentacled plant creature that leapt across the rooftops. Elsa stared at the Lovecraftian horror that Anna was controlling, wondering how powerful Anna was now.

Leaping from the window, Elsa used her ice powers to alter the shape of her cape into a pair of icy wings and activated jet boosters in her boots that sent her flying through the sky after Anna. Summoning her ice sword, she slashed through one of the tentacles.

Anna cried out as her creature rocked about from the loss of one of its limbs. “Gah!!”

“Take this!” Elsa shouted, blasting the tentacled creature with her powers. The creature managed to dodge the attack and one of its tendrils wrapped around Elsa, throwing her down onto a nearby rooftop. Anna then leapt down from her creature, summoning blades made of thorns that she slashed at Elsa with.

Elsa brought out her ice sword again, clashing it against Anna’s blade. Anna summoned her tentacles again, trying to attack Elsa with them. Elsa turned around, quickly taking out all the tentacles with ice spikes that brought Anna to her knees with pain, as Elsa quickly blasted her tentacle creature apart with an icy blast.

Reeling from the pain, Anna then screamed in agony her eyes glowing a sickening green as a gigantic tendril burst from the ground beneath them, quickly wrapping around Elsa tightly. The blonde tried to fight, but this tendril’s grip was much tighter, Anna pouring all her strength into it.

“How about a little spin!” Anna cried out, commanding her tentacle to spin Elsa round and round as fast as it could, before launching her into the sky. Elsa screamed as she was flung across an entire city block. She eventually landed though, crashing into an abandoned building a few streets away, smashing through a window.

As she rolled on the floor in pain, Elsa grunted. “Damage report.”

“Nanosuit integrity at 65%,” her suits onboard computer reported. “Minor external and internal injuries, recommend evasive action.”

“No way,” Elsa argued. “Anna’s madness ends tonight one way or another.”

“Where are you?~” Anna called out in a sing-songy voice. Elsa grunted, and rushed into a nearby stairwell, cloaking her retreat with an icy mist. She headed down a nearby stairwell, panting heavily. She was still shaken up from the impact, but she needed to get away from Anna.

If she could lull Anna into a false sense of security, she could jump her and take her out easily. But of course, she needed the essence of surprise first. She looked in the corner of her eyes, watching Anna’s tentacles quickly rushing down the stairs. She ducked into another room to avoid them.

Using the technology in her mask, Elsa scanned the building around her. This was once an office building, which meant large open rooms, not many places to hide.

“Don’t think you can hide from me for long, ” she heard Anna’s voice again. “I’ll always find you, my dear sister.”

Elsa didn’t respond, merely continuing to scan the room. Eventually, she managed to find herself an air vent. It didn’t take much effort to freeze the grate and smash it apart so she could climb inside. Crawling up the vent, Elsa rested and panted. Anna likely wouldn’t be able to find her here.

“What’s the matter, Elsa?” Anna remarked. “Nothing to say to your dear sister?”

“My sister is dead!” Elsa shouted, crawling down the air vent.

“Yeah right, keep telling yourself that,” Anna told her. “You should be grateful I haven’t blown your secret identity by now.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“Because I still carry a torch for you, Elsa,” Anna argued. “Hell, part of me once hoped we could do this together, make the world pay for what it’s done. To itself… to us.”

“I’m not a killer,” Elsa replied, crawling further. She looked through her visor, seeing that Anna was directly in the room below her, vines surrounding her. She had the element of surprise now.

“Neither was Hans, yet he’s just as guilty as one, what with his connections and dirty money,” Anna argued. “No one in this world is innocent, Elsa.”

“Says the woman who just burned a man’s face off with acid!” Elsa argued, crashing through a nearby vent right behind Anna. She rushed up with her ice sword and slashed at Anna, razor-sharp thorns then extending from Anna’s gloves to act as Claws. The two sisters fought one another.

It was surprising how evenly matched they were. Elsa had trained herself to the physical peak, while Anna had enhanced her own strength and agility thanks to her many, many plant-based serums. However, in this particular round, Anna was able to get the upper hand, as her tentacles managed to knock Elsa back, smashing her mask apart. Before it could regenerate, Anna slashed Elsa’s face with her claws.

Elsa grunted as she clutched her cheek in pain, blood oozing from it. Her suit was much too damaged at this point to start regenerating itself, leaving her at Anna’s mercy.

“Don’t think of trying to move, Elsa,” Anna replied, walking closer to her. “My thorns were tipped with poison. Not strong enough to kill you, mind you, oh no, I don’t want to kill my beautiful sister. But it’ll make you as weak as a kitten.”

Tentacles wrapped around Elsa, restraining her to the floor. The tentacles pressed against Elsa’s face, forcing her to look up as Anna stood above her. Elsa felt her heart beating as she gazed at Anna. As she looked into Anna’s eyes, she was reminded of her sister.

How beautiful and sweet she was, how much she wanted to protect her and love her, more than a sister would. But that was a lifetime ago. And yet… part of her wanted this, a part of herself that ashamed Elsa. Anna leaned in, caressing Elsa’s cheek, bringing her face closer and closer.

“You want this, don’t you?” she whispered. “You can still be a hero with me, Elsa. Only you’ll be a hero who actually makes a difference instead of upholding the pathetic status quo.”

“I won’t become… a murderer!” Elsa spat, Anna retreating.

“Why are you so against killing?!” Anna shouted. “Just accept that for things to be right in the world, some people just have to die! The corrupt CEOs, the politicians who line their pockets with dirty money while they let corporations pollute the planet!”

“There are laws, Anna!” Elsa argued. “They can be held accountable for their crimes!”

“And how often does that happen?” Anna replied. “Sure, you’re making change, but it’s not fast enough. The planet is already choking to death and in order to save it, more… radical action must be taken.”

“You don’t think I don’t know that, Anna!” Elsa argued.

“Then why don’t you do something about it!” Anna shouted.

“Because…” Elsa stopped herself.

“Because what?”

Elsa looked down. She had never shared this with Anna, this secret she’d kept buried for all these years. But if she was going to die here… then she should die with Anna knowing how much she never wanted this, for either of them.

“Because… I know what it’s like to feel tempted to take such action,” Elsa replied. “Because I’ve…. I’ve killed before.”

“That’s a lie,” Anna argued. “You said it yourself that you aren’t a killer.”

“No, *that* was the lie,” Elsa insisted. “Do you… do you know what happened to the person who shot our parents, Anna?”

“He… He got away,” Anna said, her voice shaky. “You said the cops found no sign of him. It’s… It’s what started me down this path, of wanting to get my own sense of justice.”

“I… I lied to the police, Anna,” Elsa expressed. “That night, after that bastard shot our parents, something inside of me awoke, something powerful… I lashed out at the guy as he ran and I… I froze him solid and he shattered before my eyes, Anna. The moment I first used my powers… I killed someone.”

“I…” Anna was stunned by the revelation.

“I regretted it, I didn’t want to indulge in the anger that I felt that night,” Elsa expressed. “I didn’t want to become a mindless monster, a killer. I’d be no better than the man I killed, perpetuating an endless cycle of violence. That’s why I did my best to stop you going down that path.”

“And… I failed,” Anna realised, tearing up. “All this time… I thought you didn’t understand me, that you thought I was crazy… but in reality, you cared about me more than anyone.”

“I even pleaded against the rough torture you had in prison,” Elsa expressed. “They wouldn’t listen to me. Don’t you get it, Anna? I love you, more than anyone else in the world… but I can’t let you hurt anyone ever again.”

“I… I love you too,” Anna whispered. She started to cry more and with a flick of her wrist, her vines let Elsa go. “Please… just go.”

“Anna… I can’t go,” Elsa argued. “I need to bring you in.”

“No, I won’t go back to prison again!” Anna argued. “Why can’t anyone have seen that I was doing good… why didn’t you try and help me!” She broke down in tears and wrapped her arms around Elsa. Her villainous persona had completely broken and for the first time in years, Elsa saw her sister again.

Wrapping her arms around Anna, Elsa stroked her sister’s hair, listening to the sound of Anna’s shaky breathing as she held her. God, she hadn’t held Anna like this in… well she’d honestly forgotten it was so long. But to have Anna, her Anna, let her do this… it felt rewarding to her.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” Anna whispered. “I’ve been such a fool… I’ve been going at this so wrong.”

“Shhhh,” Elsa whispered, going fully into her big sister mode. “Everything’s gonna be okay… I’m going to be right here, Anna, like I’ve always been.”

Anna pulled away and the two sisters gazed into each other’s eyes, holding one another close. Both of them felt gravity pulling them together, part of them knowing that they needed the other now. Yes, they had been enemies… but now, perhaps they were something different.

And then… Elsa and Anna leaned in and shared a tender, passionate kiss. Neither of them knew what was in for the two of them next, but at this moment, all they wanted was to be together, as they kept kissing in the light of the moon shimmering through a nearby window, tears streaming down both of their cheeks.

#elsanna #submission #august 2021 contest #prompt: flowers #cw: graphic violence #cw: character death #cw: trauma #CW: acid burns #CW: poison

[ice-cream-nekogirl]

Out of My League (Midoriya Izuku X Reader X Bakugou Katsuki) PART 2

PART 2 to: https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/189171035414/out-of-my-league-midoriya-izuku-x-reader-x

Classes are almost over ya’ll~! AH! I can’t friggin’ wait!! Ah I forgot to mention that the reader her, a.k.a you and us are a BIT on the chubby side here.

Summary: You make the ultimate decision to go shopping with all of your classmates.

'Cause she's so high High above me She's so lovely She's so high Like Cleopatra Joan of Arc or Aphrodite...

‘She’s So High’- Tal Bachman

SECONDS AGO…

“(Y-Y/N)? Are you… okay?” He asked you as Uraraka, Iida and a few other classmates looked at you and you realized that you called him a little louder than you intended to.

“I uh…”

Oh God you were stuttering again, and it never ceased to amuse Bakugo. You were SUCH a dork it was almost endearing. “Uhhh… ummm… uhhhh… oh fuck it… Izuku I need to talk to you about something school-related…” You ignored the looks you were getting and the rather surprised look from Izuku and didn’t notice the shock on Bakugo’s face.

What did you need to talk to DEKU for? It was SO not school-related…

NOW…

“Oh! S-Sure of course…” But Izuku didn’t turn you down, he always came to you if you needed something, so he politely told his friends he’d be back as you gestured him to follow you out of the classroom. He couldn’t lie though; he was nervous and hoping that it wasn’t anything bad or alarming…

“Y-You wanted to talk to me (Y/N)?” He asked you politely as you nodded and sighed heavily, no stuttering, just tell him. “Uh… I-I uh…” Yet there you were, hearing only your heart from your chest as your face turned hot.

“U-Uhhh…”

STOP STUTTERING!

“Izuku will you go to the dance with me…?” You mumbled EXTREMELY quietly, and of course Izuku couldn’t hear you, he didn’t have super senses after all.

“I’m sorry?”

Dammit…

“Izuku will you go to the dance with me…?!” You raised your voice a tad bit, loud enough for him to hear at least as you closed your eyes, no way you couldn’t bear to see another guy reject you again. Except you just didn’t see how RED his face turned, and how fast it did as you heard him gasp out loud in absolute shock…

“H-H-H-Huh?! W-Wha…?! M-M-Me…?!” He was a stuttering mess, worse than you in fact as he was absolutely flabbergasted and you quickly opened your eyes to see. Oh my God the poor thing, you were almost worried that your question was going to sink in and kill him like cobra venom.

“A-Are you…? W-What uh…? I-I uh… d-did… a-are y-y-you you…?”

Poor Izuku lost the ability to form sentences, hell he could barely even speak at this point and you were both concerned and charmed by how endearingly befuddled he was. But despite how flustered he was, Izuku ALMOST looked a bit skeptical and even looked over his shoulder and every other direction to see if you were talking to someone else. But no… there was no one else, then again, who else’s name was Izuku?

“M-M-Me…?”

He pointed a very shaky finger at himself, wondering if you were really talking to him, him! Him?! Could you even see him? Were you just a figment of his imagination? There’s no way… he didn’t get asked out to dances! Let alone dates!

And there’s no way someone as cool as you would ever ask out a loser like him. One For All or not, you were still out of his league.

You couldn’t help but smile and giggle a bit, oh my God he really was cuter than an otter in a swimming pool.

“Yeah you.”

This felt just like 16 Candles and that was a classic movie in your mind, and then the more you thought about it, and the more you saw those hopeful, lovely green eyes of his, the more you realized that you wanted to have that 16 Candles kind of thing with Izuku.

He was always there for you, even when you were at your lowest and couldn’t even repay the favor. This time you would do that and go out with him and take him to that dance. If anything, he deserved to be at that dance more than anyone else did because he was the nicest guy you’ve ever met. “M-Me…? Y-You… y-you’re asking me… o-out t-to the… d-dance…?” Izuku was still in disbelief, but slowly starting to believe it because you wouldn’t deceive him like that.

Although he remembered the last time there was a school dance, he thought for a moment that you were going to maybe ask him out. But he was a little boy back then with big dreams, he was grown up now and thought more realistically. Except the big dreams of that little boy was… coming true? Like every other big dream he’s had has slowly been coming true.

Now his best girl-friend was asking him out to the dance.

“Yes! Yes I want to ask you out to the dance dork, that’s why I’m asking, I want to go with you to the dance, so… do you wanna go…? Or…” You resisted the urge to laugh as Izuku blushed even darker, and without even thinking he exclaimed, almost emotionally, “YES I DO!”

The one time he didn’t really have much of a filter, he just said ‘yes’. Because back then he hoped you would ask him out, and one year later it was actually happening. He wanted to go to the dance with you.

Your (E/C) eyes widened and you somewhat loudly gasped. Then reality came crashing down on you as you grinned widely, excitedly but nervously. You were going to the dance with someone…

“G-Guh-Guh-Great! I-I uh… that is awesome…! I am uh… we’re going to the dance~…!” Shaking your fists excitedly you forced that smile to stay on as Izuku looked just as, if not MORE nervous than you as his smile was equally wide, nervous and forced when it dawned on him…

He really had someone to go to the dance with…

“Hee-hee okey dokey! Wow…! That went better than I thought…! S-So uh…”

“Uhh….”

Oh God now neither of you could even talk to each other without stuttering like dorks, but you didn’t want to make this whole thing weird so you started talking again. Somehow…

“It’s in 2 days… so I uh… I will get ready until then… I guess I will… like meet up with you…?” You wondered outloud since this was completely new to you. You could cite everything from Game of Thrones and other things you loved, but you didn’t know the first thing about how dances and dates worked.

“O-Oh, yeah…! I-I will too…! I can… I uh will… be there at the dorms, a-and wait for you…” He knew almost everything about heroes, but absolute zero on what to do for dates or being asked out to a dance. Movies didn’t count, but dammit it was all he could remember whenever he watched those embarrassingly sweet romcoms with his mom.

The guy waits for the girl and then he takes her to the dancefloor? Is that how it worked? He would stick with that…

“Awesome! Hehe… well uh… I look forward to it Izuku…” You were still nervous, but genuinely excited as you meant what you said and you were glad that Izuku’s nerves softened a little bit and he seemed really happy. “M-Me too (Y/N)… I… I can’t wait…” He was excited, extremely excited but also… extremely nervous once the two of you went back into class and to your seats, with the heavy blush on both your cheeks which made nearly anyone who was paying attention, curious.

Hagakure knew though, judging by how shy and flustered you and Izuku looked she had to suppress a squeal and quietly fawn all over you both. You did it! You asked him out!!

You asked him out…

He was asked out…

Now you and Izuku were both freaking out. Oh my God he was going to need to wear his best suit and tie, maybe brush his hair and make sure he had good breath, and he couldn’t screw up the actual dancing. Oh my God what if he steps on your foot? What if he goes to the dance and later any cologne or deodorant he has wears off? What if his breath ends up smelling? What if he trips and makes a huge fool of himself and then worse, embarrass you?

Izuku wondered as he mumbled to himself anxiously much to the great concern of his friends Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki and Aoyama. “Um… Deku…” Uraraka wanted to ask what was up, especially since he looked so frantic, but the boy was lost in his own world.

And you were too as Hagakure saw how nervous you looked. Oh My God you needed to get a nice dress, and ugh you were NOT going to like getting heeled shoes but you needed to look your best. You had to shave your pits and legs, wash your hair and brush it for a change, wear deodorant and perfume and have a ton of gum for your breath. You needed to just do everything to look good and smell good. Especially smell good because hygiene was NOT exactly your strongest suit.

Yes. You were a girl and you didn’t have the greatest hygiene.

And yet that was the worst part because you actually asked a boy out to the dance and now you realized that you had a lot of work to do to make this dance a memorable one.

However…

That was Bakugo’s biggest concern and his biggest doubt. He didn’t know what the hell you talked to Deku about, but he was going to find out. He didn’t like how flushed you and him looked, but he wanted to assume and believe that one of you said something stupid and you and he got flustered since you were both giant dorks.

Still he was glaring at you, and then at Deku. He refused to even consider that maybe you or he must have talked to each other about the dance everyone was talking about. There’s no way you would ever ask him out to the dance when you couldn’t even do that for him last year, and there’s especially no way Deku could ever have the guts to ask you out.

Right?

2 HOURS LATER

“OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE?” You asked Hagakure once class was over and the two of you were walking out of the class and now you were freaking out. Except Hagakure was too excited to let you fret about it. “You asked him out! Like you said you would! You did it! And he said yes!!” She was jumping cheerfully for you, and starting to fawn over how cute it was even though it did nothing to calm you down.

“I know! He said yes! No guy’s ever told me ‘yes’ to things! That doesn’t happen to me! Things like that don’t happen to people like me! What am I gonna do?!” You exclaimed and put your hands to your head nervously, because… it was true, no guy EVER looked your way and so now that Izuku actually took up your offer to the dance you had NO idea what to do now.

“(Y/N)…” Hagakure whined a little bit, “You’re so mean to yourself… but for now you need to get yourself a nice dress! Because Midoriya said ‘yes’! He likes you! But you gotta dress up nice to show off how pretty you are!” She didn’t stop encouraging you though, if Izuku said yes then that meant he HAD to have thought you were pretty.

So why not show him that?

“Tooru I’m NOT-“

“YES! You ARE. You’re pretty (Y/N)! And you’re gonna show everyone! C’mon! Let’s go get the girls and the rest of our classmates so we can go SHOPPING~!!” She exclaimed happily and full of energy as you could only weakly smile, “Yay…” You mumbled very nervously, but that didn’t sound like the worst idea…

Maybe she was right. Maybe you could stand to look a little pretty and feel pretty, you were going to a dance after all! 

Yeah… what the hell? It was time to allow yourself to feel pretty.

“Okay! Let’s go!” You pumped your fist in the air with a grin as Hagakure whooped highly with extreme joy. 

The girls were all totally on board, much to your surprise and light nervousness and then on top of that, the rest of your classmates were happy to come too, although clearly Bakugou was the most reluctant until Kirishima and Kaminari dragged him along while he kicked and screamed at them. You almost understood why he didn’t want to go though, because frankly you didn’t really want to either. The girls were almost too enthusiastic…

It wasn’t that you didn’t get along with the other girls, you actually liked them, but you weren’t used to hanging around them altogether since you mostly hung out with either yourself, or the boys. Hell, that was made pretty clear given that Izuku and Bakugo were your closest friends. And on top of that each of them were much prettier than you, skinnier than you, cuter than you, smelt better than you, somehow made different hairstyles look better than you…

Even Hagakure, and she was your closest girl-friend, but somehow even when invisible she managed to look and have a better figure than you.

And just like that the joy you had earlier flew right out the window... a temporary burst of confidence was all it was...

“What am I doing here…?” Finally, you asked yourself once you found that you were standing outside a store full of dresses that the girls all had gone into and you just couldn’t find the motivation to take a step inside.

“Yeah. What ARE you doing here?” However, you weren’t alone and you jumped a little bit when you saw Bakugou glaring right at you and you felt blood rushing to your face.

“H-Heeeeey… Bakugo…” You hesitated with a nervous smile, because while you had been on first-name basis with Bakugo ever since you were kids, after middle school you went back to last-name basis, and it pissed him off more than it probably should have as his eyes narrowed at you.

“Answer the damn question.”

You swallowed hard at his blunt demand, and you immediately stuttered, “I uh… umm… uhhh…” And you silently cursed yourself for letting that get the better of you, you couldn’t stutter because you knew Bakugou hated that. At least that’s what you always believed because he’s mocked you for it ever since middle school, and actually he’s mocked you for it since the 4th grade.

So you paused, letting yourself regain your composure and to your surprise, the blonde showed a surprising, rare amount of patience so you could collect yourself, “I have no idea really… it… sounded like a good idea at first but then I remembered… I never liked shopping.” Sighing, you slumped your shoulders the more you realized that yeah, you were so out of your element and you couldn’t believe you were here.

Bakugo’s scoff was almost comforting because he clearly knew how you were, “Yeah no duh, you’re over all this shit, always have been, always thought it was stupid, and it is stupid. Surprised you’re not at Hot Topic, that damn place has all that dumb stuff you’re into.” He almost snickered, because he knew you, you weren’t into this shit, and you weren’t exactly a mall-rat. 

You chuckled a little bit, almost laughing because you were starting to think that maybe you should just go back home, this wasn’t going to work, “You know what? You’re actually right…” You didn’t disagree with that, Bakugo was on the ball. It actually made you smile a little bit, yes he was still a jerk, but he cared enough to at least remember some things about you apparently.

“And what did you to say to Deku?”

Now that’s what he really wanted to ask, and your eyes widened slightly and immediately your face went aflame and your pits turned into the rainforest for some reason. Why did that make you nervous? This jerk, like that was any of his business. Yet the way he glared at you was more or less his way of saying ‘I don’t care if it’s none of my business, tell me now’.

“Ah I just… asked him about the dance… I asked if he was going… and to my surprise he said ‘yes’… which like… really shocked me.” That wasn’t a TOTAL lie, it was like 50 percent true, you DID ask Izuku about the dance and you were VERY surprised that he said ‘yes’ and you blushed just thinking about it and prayed Bakugo didn’t see.

He lowly growled in slight annoyance, but he actually believed that. He was feeling PRETTY fucking confident that you didn’t ask that nerd to GO to the dance, and he figured Deku probably grew some balls to go to a dance now that he had Todoroki and those three other extras (Uraraka, Iida and Aoyama) following him. “What a loser.” He muttered a bit, even though he himself didn’t want to go to the dance but those morons he called friends were forcing him to go. And deep down he did NOT want to admit that maybe it won’t be 100 percent horrible because he’s got actual friends to go with now.

You couldn’t really say anything to that, because for some reason what confidence you had earlier was all gone as you stood quiet, “So are you going?” He asked you somewhat roughly and you perked up again, face turning red and your pits sweating even more. Man you needed to see a doctor about that…

A snicker left you, and then a small laugh as if to try and see if that would make Bakugo laugh like it did in middle school, but it didn’t this time which you thought was kinda weird. “Come on Bakugou… me? It’s like you said, I’m over all that stuff… hee-hee w-what makes you think I’d actually go to that thing? I mean… look at me.” You were being self-deprecating and that pissed him off more than he was aware of. 

“Well… I guess I’m kinda obligated to go but it’s only cuz the girls are gonna basically annoy me into going…” You added and gave a rather believable answer since he was well aware that the girls liked to lull you around with them despite the fact that you weren’t always entirely comfortable with it and you couldn’t say no to them. 

“Well don’t go if you don’t really want to stupid. Don’t let those idiots force you into going to something that’s not even your thing.” He muttered in annoyance, it’s not like he cared about you or anything. 

You weren’t as bad as Deku was, or as bad as some of the other idiots in his class. And maybe it was that damn guilt that he couldn’t quite shake off once he remembered rejecting you last year at the last dance. On top of that, you clearly weren’t confident when it came to things like this, he knew that well. You were never confident about things, which is one of the many reasons he looked down on you, and he KINDA felt bad about that too. Maybe he shouldn’t have done that, because now you didn’t have any, and it showed when he had to reassure you. 

Your eyes went even wider and you were beyond surprised at Bakugo’s words. Was he trying to be nice to you? You didn’t know whether to be touched or scared of this act of kindness.

“Who are you and what have you done with Katsuki Bakugo?” Your confused smile turned into a snicker but all this did was piss him off as he angrily yelled at you, “HAH?! What the hell’s that supposed to mean Shitty Girl?!”

“There’s my guy…” You were instantly reassured once he screamed and showed off his usual, pissy self as you sighed in relief and smiled. “Well… this has been nice and awkward, I’m just gonna go with the girls now and see if I can come up with an excuse to leave.” While it was nice knowing Bakugo actually talked to you for a little bit, you really wanted to leave this awkward situation as you walked away backwards to go into the store and wave at him.

All you could see was his annoyed sneer though as he watched you go in, “Idiot…” Bakugo muttered as he left in a huff, ALMOST a little hurt that you cut what little conversation you and he had short because you felt weird around him. He knew you did…

You knew that he knew too, but you didn’t think much of it. He was just being a little nosy and weird about this dance, and you just told yourself that maybe it’s because he really didn’t want to go either. 

And yet here you were, looking around dresses that were WAY too small for your size as you groaned a bit and looked around in hopes to find the largest size which was somehow too small too. 

“Ugh. I swear to fucking God it’s like every single dress made is for the skinny girls. Look at all these motherfuckers…” You glared at a mannequin with it’s perfect, thin body, white skin and lack of face, ergo what was deemed ‘perfect’ because it had the right, plastic body, a complete lack of hair and no face which was all men liked. Just a perfect body with nothing gross about it.

Your body was far from perfect, with plenty of body hair where it was supposed to be, your pits, your legs, your crotch, and it was gross. You were gross and you knew it, but hey being gross is being human dammit.

“I hate you.” You said to the mannequin and scoffed as you went over to the larger ladies’ clothes to try and see if there was maybe a nice dress you could get there. And you made sure to stay away from the girls who COULD shop in the sections you had just left and rolled your eyes. Maybe you should just go home…

Yeah, you were going home.

Sighing you flipped your disheveled hair and headed right towards the entrance so you could just go home, maybe see Hot Topic and hit the food court afterwards and also get something sweet at one of the stands.

“Hey! (Y/N)! Where you going?!”

But you closed your eyes, groaning in annoyance when you heard Uraraka’s voice, who apparently caught you leaving and frankly you wanted to just leave but it seemed you had no choice now. “(Y/N)…!! I thought we were shopping together!!” Hagakure whined a little bit because you DID say you would go with everyone, except you didn’t think you would instantly regret it later.

Still you turned to face the girls with an awkward smile. “I’m going home. This isn’t my thing, I mean like none of these outfits fit me or anything and I just… yeah I’m gonna go okay?” You nervously put your hands in your pockets and you were getting ready to just leave. You wanted to leave.

But the girls, while they felt bad for kinda bringing you when you weren’t entirely willing, it’s also because they wanted to include you and make you feel like a part of their group. Girls looked out for each other. 

“(L/N)… wait don’t… don’t go just yet, I’m sure there are some outfits that fit you.” Yaoyorozu was going to try and make you feel better but you shook your head. “In case you missed it Yaoyorozu, not EVERY girl can have a perfect body like yours so… I doubt it…” You didn’t mean to sound cold, but it was true, you were being realistic and you felt some satisfaction when you put the smart girl in a box.

“Come on (L/N) there’s no need to be like that, don’t take that out on Yaoyorozu.” Jirou defended her friend, but at this point you were in no mood for this shit. 

“Fuck off Jirou. You don’t get it.” You coolly said to the girl who gasped in shock and looked taken aback when you prepared to leave again, “W-Wait! How about you let us help you?!” Yaoyorozu, once again, wanted to help you and admittedly… this shocked you.

You even turned your head with a surprised look on your face, “Yaoyorozu… you’re a nice girl… but… I don’t know… this…” You gestured to your body, letting some guilt show though because she was being so kind. “Is NOT easy to shop for…” 

She still smiled at you though, “Every shape is different. I myself have to find my own bras and dresses that can fit my assets.” She explained what sort of difficulties she had although you couldn’t help but think ‘you can just easily make your own though accustomed to your bust size…’

But it was nice to know that even she had her own troubles with finding clothes that fit, and it made sense. After all it was hard for you to find shirts too because not every shirt could fit those things on your chest as you smiled a bit. “Okay… here’s a challenge, think you can help me find a bra that actually fits me? Cuz I’m sure I’ve been wearing the wrong bra for YEARS…” The girls smiled and perked up when it seemed like you were in a better mood and more encouraged.

“Sure we can. I know not many of these clothes are really practical, but there’s a few that can actually fit and look good enough for your tastes.” Tsuyu said to you, frank as always as you smiled at the girls, nodding with a small scoff, “Tell me about it… okay… ladies, help me with my boobs.” You suddenly said to the girls, although your choice of words flustered Jirou but the girls looked ready to help you.

“Absolutely! Come on let’s see what we’re working with!” Ashido was the first to happily pull you in as you actually smiled a little bit and let the girls help you with your assets. It took less long than you thought as Yaoyorozu found you the perfect bra that actually fit, and for once it felt right and not just tolerable having that thing on your chest. That’s one issue taken care of.

You actually smiled when you saw the other girls apparently having trouble finding dresses too, as you each tried on a few other dresses that looked cute but weren’t quite ‘it’ for you girls. Jirou had on something cute that YOU liked but Ashido and Hagakure both shook their heads, much to her dismay. Although Yaoyorozu looked fantastic in just about anything, she and everyone else agreed that it wasn’t quite that right dress for her. 

Wow… you had a little more in common with these girls than you thought as you chuckled a bit when you looked at the bra that Yaoyorozu brought for you. You wanted to pay her back but she said there was no need for that, sweet girl… 

“And here you go (Y/N). You said that you need these?” She even gave you some bike shorts that you tried on as you nodded and happily accepted it. “That’s right! Thank you~. Because my legs chafe if I ain’t got no shorts…” You sighed a little bit, but seemed a BIT less sad about it. Yes, your legs were prone to chafing due to a little extra weight and thickness on your thighs. 

“You’re welcome!” She sweetly said as you smiled at the girl, although you didn’t find a dress yet, you were glad that the girls found you the important things you would need for BEFORE you wear a dress. And so all of you decided to go and meet the guys at the food court for lunch. 

“THANK GOD…” You threw your hands up once it was time for a lunch break, much to the girl’s amusement as they laughed with you and you grinned with them. Okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad as you hit the food court and waved at some of the guys that were there.

Oh there was Izuku! You happily waved at him and he instantly turned bright red as he looked away shyly, but he shakily and timidly waved back at you. God he still couldn’t believe YOU asked him out…

And then you waved at Bakugo with a bigger smile than he was used to seeing on you. What was up with you? He could only give you a sneer in return as you just giggled, classic Bakugo, never happy to see anyone. 

But you were in a good mood, and frankly you were glad to finally get some food in you. Well, more food, but still, you weren’t going to feel too bad about eating today. You gladly got whatever wasn’t recommended for you, a lot of things that weren’t healthy, fast food and even a few sweet desserts that you gladly put on the table in front of you. And you ignored all the looks other girls from other high schools were giving you when seeing the ‘fat fest’ on your tray. Bitches.

You didn’t care and the girls were actually glad you didn’t, you liked what you liked and they didn’t judge you for it. And neither did most of your closest friends either. Izuku sure didn’t, he was glad that you were eating in fact.

Sure it wasn’t the most recommended things, but that’s just how you were, and it was better than not eating. He sighed as he glanced over at you, his cheeks flushing the more he started to admire you a little bit, even as you wiped your face and burped after eating which made Hagakure and Uraraka laugh, while Jirou made a face. Izuku’s always been a little bit keen on you, but there’s no way a guy like him could ever off you what you deserved. You were amazing, unafraid in your own way, even on your lowest days he still admired you and thought you were brilliant.

“Midoriya? Are you feeling okay?” Iida asked his friend in concern when he seemed like he was distracted, again. “O-Oh! Y-Yes! I’m fine, sorry…” And Izuku quickly reassured him even though this kind of flustered him, but Aoyama and Todoroki saw through him a little bit more.

“What did (Y/N) talk to you about?” Todoroki never got to ask him after you had to talk to him in class today, and Izuku’s cheeks betrayed him by burning a bright shade of red as he shook his head, “N-Nothing really! I-It was just for homework! T-That’s all! S-She uh… j-just needed my help…” He couldn’t find it in him to tell his friends that he was asked out, because to be honest, he STILL couldn’t believe it…

Aoyama had a feeling that was the case though, he saw how flustered you both looked when you both came back into the classroom. And then he saw how you looked at Izuku often, and how he would look at you. “She’s a nice girl isn’t she? Lovely too.” Rather than asking him straight up, he instead asked Izuku if he found you pretty. The boy blushed even more as he looked down with a little smile.

‘Yeah… I think she’s awesome…’ He thought to himself as he looked over at you one more time as you took a huge sip of your drink.

“Now that’s a meal…” Kaminari chuckled when he saw how much you were eating, and he was a little bit impressed. “No kidding, why didn’t I take a tip from her?!” Kirishima was a lot less condescending about it though, he admired a girl who wasn’t afraid to eat. “I don’t think we should judge someone for what they eat…” Sero noted with a somewhat nervous smile. Despite being a healthy person, he wasn’t going to judge people for what they ate. However, Bakugo just tried to look disgusted, you never were the healthiest eater and that was a little bit gross. 

“Hey Bakugo why don’t you ask HER to the dance?” Was Kaminari’s next question since he saw him talking to you before you went into that store, but Bakugo angrily retorted, “Hell no!” He hated the way his face started to heat up at the thought. Him asking YOU to the dance? There was no way in hell that was happening, he wasn’t going to dance with you! And it’s not because he said he wouldn’t dance with you if you were the last girl on earth…

That’s right he said that… man… now that he remembered that, it was harsh even for him…

“(Y/N)’s great though! She’s funny, she’s smart and she knows who she is, plus she’s cute don’t you think?” Kirishima listed off all the best points about you as he had a pretty high opinion of you and considered you an awesome friend, but all this did was make Bakugo even madder. These idiots acted like they knew you better than he did, he knew you dammit.

You WERE funny and smart, but he couldn’t find it in him to say that out loud, and he was NOT going to dance with you because dances were stupid! He always thought they were and you did too! It was stupid! Everything about this damn dance was stupid! 

“NO I DON’T!” He shouted in response, much to the light surprise of his friends because although they knew you and Bakugo have been friends for a while they didn’t exactly know the full extent of your relationship. “That’s not very cool man. (Y/N) has a pretty face.” Sero wasn’t approving of Bakugo’s attitude towards you though, he never thought that was cool. After all you never did anything to him, why was Bakugo so pissy whenever you got involved in a situation or whenever you hung out with them?

“You idiots just shut up! (Y/N) is not just a ‘pretty face’, she’s weird, gross and annoying as hell! I am NOT asking her to the stupid dance!” He exclaimed to his three friends, but all of them looked mildly shocked and a little bit appalled to hear him say such things about you. Sero even made sure that none of the girls, especially you, could hear this. Some of the other onlookers did but thankfully they were all just strangers.

“Man that’s mean…” The tallest boy shook his head, starting to wonder how you and Bakugo were even friends to begin with. “Okay… jeez… ya know it’s so NOT manly to call a girl gross dude.” Kirishima gave his friend some criticism even though the blonde just glared and growled at him. “So… does that mean I can ask her out instead?” Kaminari asked that question once the mood got a BIT too grim for his liking, and Bakugo could call you gross all he wanted, he thought you were cute.

“Don’t even think about it Dunce-Face!!” And Kaminari jumped a bit in shock when Bakugo suddenly shouted for him to NOT ask you out? “W-What?!” He fearfully exclaimed because he was confused, did Bakugo like you or not? I mean make up your mind already! 

And that’s the thing, he refused to even think that he liked you. He didn’t! He did NOT like you.

Meanwhile, you just sat at your table with your gal-pals, slurping spaghetti noodles as you looked over at Bakugo’s table and wondered what it was he was screaming about. But you shrugged and just assumed Bakugo was just being Bakugo, and you got up so you could get a refill of (S/D) your favorite soda drink. 

You watched the liquid filling your cup and at the corner of your eye you saw a familiar face, oh it was that Shinsou boy, getting his own drink to put on his tray of food. 

That’s right he was part of the class now, you realized with a small chuckle and gasped when the bubbly soda suddenly overflowed from your cup and cold liquid ran down your fingers and already got sticky, “Oh God, oh God, oh God… ugh…” Quickly you grabbed some napkins to wipe it off, and you froze when you heard an amused chuckle.

And you saw Shinsou grinning right at you, clearly he thought that was hilarious as you pouted a little bit. “I know you. You have that telekinesis quirk.” He remarked once he recalled your familiar face and you ceased your pouting. 

“Heh, that’s me.” You replied neutrally with a little smile to be polite, and he was still smirking at you and pointed to the side of his mouth, “You know you’ve got sauce on your face.” He noted as you flinched and blushed in embarrassment, “Oh… shit… is it off?” You asked as you wiped it off with the sticky napkins.

“Yeah it is.” He was nice enough to tell you that as you scoffed, “Well you got a little something under here.” You decided to be a smart aleck and point to the bags under your eyes, just to point out the bags he had under his eyes, but he rolled his eyes and didn’t cease his grin.

“What do you call those things under your eyes?” He pointed out your hypocrisy as stuck your tongue out at him, “Shopping bags…” However, you couldn’t deny that you had bags under your eyes as you sighed…

“At least you can say you did shopping?” He asked you, tone a BIT more playful though since he could sympathize with that as you laughed, “Yeah you got a point there actually… and I’m not the type who goes shopping.” You pointed out with a smile, “You could have fooled me.” His smirk turned a bit more… flirtatious? No…

“Oh shut up! Like you’re the type who shops too, I mean I love the whole ‘I just got out of bed’ hairstyle but you can’t talk shit…” You tried not to laugh but you couldn’t help yourself as Shinsou chuckled a little bit. “Okay… you got me there. But you know, you and I have the same hairstyle.” He pointed out your messy hair though, while it wasn’t wild like his, it still wasn’t really brushed and was pretty messy. 

“Bedhead twins?” You shrugged your shoulders with a coy smile as Shinsou’s smirk turned into more of a smile. As Ashido watched you and him talking, her eyes brightening a bit.

“OMG Chemistry alert~!” She exclaimed cheerfully to the girls who stopped to see what she was talking about, and they saw it. You and Shinsou just talking to each other, and you were laughing and he was trying his hardest not to even though your laughter was oddly contagious. Hagakure gasped a little bit, as happy as she was that you asked out Izuku, this was kinda cute… 

And the other girls had no idea that you already asked out Izuku, but they were already starting to think that you were probably gonna ask out Shinsou? Even though you guys hadn’t really talked until now.

“Hee… oh God I forgot about my girls, hehe thanks for being awkward with me, I will see you later dude.” Once you remembered the girls, you took your drink to go back to them as he smiled and waved at you. “See you.”

As you walked away he watched you go with an amused little smile, what an interesting, funny person you were.

She's so high High above me...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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[lurkingg-around]

I feel down the rabbit whole like a couple of hours ago with your fics and i love them! Thanks for sharing. As a prompt I was wondering if you could attemp one where Peter's identity wasnt revealed and just of the progression of their relationship with teenage shenanigans. You know? First date, the honeymoon phase, meet the family, when they realized they loved each other maybe evwn first fight and make up or first time MJ sees Peter's jealousy. IDK Just them beign teens in love.

Thank you so much, I appreciate it!

Here it goes! I hope it’s good enough.

word count: 2976fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, romance, mentions of sex (nothing explicit)

young and in love

In the driver seat, MJ honked the car, and not even a full second after, Peter showed up from his building’s main door.

“Hey!” Peter greeted cheerfully as he entered her car, pecking her on the cheek.

MJ could greet him back, maybe with a little kiss like he just did, but she eyed him as he tried to put on the seat-belt and failed.

“Stop!” MJ exclaimed, getting a hold of his wrists before he could do a second attempt at putting the seat-belt on, leaving him to stare at her with his deer caught at headlights eyes.  “I wont’ let you destroy my car, Simone is my dear child.”

Peter gave up about the seat-belt, but not before muttering, “she’s more like your grandma”, to what MJ responded only with a threatening glare.

Gently, at least more gently than Peter would do, she managed to get the seat-belt to roll smoothly. MJ was proud of Simone, her dear old car. And of course she didn’t miss the flustered blush on her boyfriend’s face as she was leaning on his body to put on the seat-belt for him. MJ wrote a note on her mind, that given the opportunity she should do this more.

After their first few dates being planned by him, MJ was excited about her planned date. Probably the best part was that she got to choose the transportation, and that meant not almost dying on Peter’s arms as he went swinging from tremendous heights.

MJ started the car, and before she started driving, she leaned against him again, this time to give him a peck on the cheek, and then quickly leaned back on her seat, causing both of them to start this date with silly, shy and big grins on their faces.  

“So, where are we going?” Peter asked after a few minutes.

MJ didn’t answer it directly. “I got us some fake IDs.”

Taken back, looking at her all cute and confused, he only said, “MJ?”

And she released a devious laugh, one of a villain with a bad plan, and he just gulped.

-

MJ slurped lazily from her coca cola cup, and as she stared at one very concentrated and hard-worker Peter Parker laying down on the floor of her garage, with her car above him, she had an idea.

“We should have sex.” MJ blurted out, and that made Peter hit his head against her car as he stupidly tried to get up out of surprise.

“Ouch.” He whined, and then managed to get up successfully, only to exclaim, “I mean, what?”

“I think we should have sex.” She repeatedly as nonchalantly as she could, taking advantage of this burst of courage. MJ thanked all the gods for giving her one moment of bravery and not of dorkiness.

Peter blinked at her direction several times, very cutely, she would add. But then he had the most stupid smile only a hormonal teenager could have, and he asked, so damn hopeful, “Really?”

“Yeah.” She replied shortly.

He chuckled, obviously very satisfied, but bringing his hand to the back of his neck, a bit embarrassed at his pathetically eager reaction at the proposition of sex.

“Uh, I’m totally not complaining, but… what brought this own?” Peter shyly questioned.

MJ squinted her eyes at him, as in thinking before answering. “I don’t know… I could guess watching you flexing your muscles, all greasy and shit while fixing my car did it for me.”

Peter’s mouth opened in a small O. He didn’t remember her being this bold before, and he only hoped that this meant their relationship was going forward, and hopefully a lot more shameless.

Still, gaping at his girlfriend, he looked at the car, and then back at her, and then he looked at the car again. “I love you, Simone.”

MJ laughed wholeheartedly, “Dork.”

“Well…” Peter tried to get together a little confidence. “And you’re attracted to this dork.”

She rolled her eyes, “And this dork is gonna kiss me or nah?”

That day, Peter tasted the coca cola on her tongue in a whole another level. They didn’t go all the way on that same day, but it wouldn’t take much or longer for them to get there.

-

Brad is nice to everyone. Everyone but Peter. Not that anyone knows that, since the guy wouldn’t make silly attempts to humiliate him in front of everyone like Flash often tried to do with his jokes.

Actually, not even Flash would bother him as much. And the most weirdest thing that happened to Peter was the day when Flash shyly approached him and Ned, when they were the only ones in the room.

“So, you going you with MJ, now, huh?” He had asked.

A part of Peter was already getting ready to throw another slap since his first thought went to the conclusion that Flash was going to be his new rival in love.

“Yes, I, I am.” Peter still couldn’t believe he could say that. “Why?”

“Nothing, just, uh…” Flash stalled, trying to get to the point. “Just, I know Brad is into her so…” He stalled some more. “Just let me know if he’s giving you a hard time.”

“W-why?” Peter asked, still not getting what Flash meant to say, even though Ned was starting to realize it.

“Whatever, man. Just let me know.” Flash said, frustrated. “I’m the only one who can mess with you, nerd.”

Flash went away like that, a bit embarrassed, as Ned shouted to him, “This is a nerd school, Flash. Please remember we’re all in a nerd school!”

“What’s up with him?” Peter asked his best friend when Flash was already out.

“Don’t know, dude. Maybe he has a crush on you or something.” Ned answered, to what Peter just laughed, shrugging it off, not thinking too much about it.

Well, except, in the present day, Peter was thinking about it, because he had bumped into Brad as he was running out of school, and Brad just had to open his mouth.

“Still meeting that blonde lady from Europe?” Brad said, noticing no one was around.

Peter stopped in his tracks, because this guy just really pissed him off, and that was saying something since he was really good at ignoring offending comments. He was nice like that.

“What did you say?” He couldn’t help himself, and his mind wandered back to Flash saying just let me know. Maybe he could make Flash get rid of Brad somehow.

“Oh sorry, I’m probably wrong, right?” Brad spoke to him, sarcastically as he could be. “It’s another girl today, perhaps? Gotta keep that money flowing.”

Peter sighed. Brad is still on his male escort theory. Male escort… in order to not say harsher words.

“Come up with something new, Brad. That isn’t even your theory.” Peter retorted, walking away because he had people to save, for Christ’s sake. If he couldn’t stay with MJ at the opera back in Prague, then he can’t stay right now just to fight Brad.

But well, that wasn’t the first, and it would not be the last time Brad would try to fuck with him. And the really nice and sweet part of Peter couldn’t blame him for it, since Brad sincerely thought he was going out with MJ while sleeping around with other people.

That ounce of sympathy all went away when he saw Brad laughing with MJ and touched the hair out of her face and to behind her ear. That hit him like a truck, but he still managed to keep his shit together, telling himself that the green monster of jealously wasn’t worth it, and that he was better and more mature than that.

Peter was succeeding, that is until Brad made a very wrong, nasty and personal remark at him. He kept replaying Brad’s words inside his head, “So the glasses? Is it an attempt to make you look like Stark? Was he the one who taught you all of this? You know, I’ve heard from Flash, the Stark Internship you used to tell people about… was that it?”

Peter saw red at the mention of his mentor, saw red at the disrespect. But then… the mention of Flash made him think of something.

And that was how one phone call to Flash Thompson turned into MJ being really angry at Peter on the next day. “He could’ve been really hurt!”

“He was okay!” Peter tried to calm her.

“Yeah! But worse could’ve happened. He could’ve broken a leg, an arm, his spine!” She took a deep breath. “You could’ve killed him, Peter. Could you please stop trying to kill Brad? And just because you were jealous?”

He ignored the comment about being jealous, and desperately tried to explain himself. “I wasn’t trying to kill him! Flash just took it too far and-”

MJ made a noise, he couldn’t really explain what noise it was, but it showed her dissatisfaction at him very clearly. “And you even got Flash on it. Unbelievable! This is like shaking hands with the devil.”

“MJ, I-” Peter was still trying, but Flash showed up at the empty infirmary room they were in, the room where Brad and a bunch of worried students had been on just a few minutes ago.

“Brad’s not dead or anything, right?” Flash asked, rather calm.

MJ huffed angrily. “Speaking of the devil.”

Flash frowned. “What? I thought you would be happy I did a favor for your loser boyfriend.”

“What favor?” MJ asked.

“Shut up, Flash.” Peter demanded.

Of course, Flash never shuts up. “What? He didn’t tell you Brad has been messing with him?”

“Flash-” Peter made another attempt to shut him up, but was stopped by MJ slapping her hand on his mouth to make him silent.

“What you’re talking about?” MJ questioned, and Flash spilled the beans.

Later at night, on top of MJ’s building’s roof, after a night of patrolling for Peter, as he was also trying to keep up with the neighborhood problems, they were having yet another date of many that happened in there.

And this time, it was his turn to be slightly mad at her. “I don’t know. He has already been through a lot today, maybe you shouldn’t have done that.”

“But he was being a dick to you!” MJ argued.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you should’ve gone to his house, wait for him to be asleep and then draw a bunch of dicks on his face. And on top of that, spread it on social media.”

MJ couldn’t help but laugh at the memory of it. And Peter frowned at her, doing his best to not laugh because well, it was funny.

“Oh c’mon.” She complained. “It wasn’t as harsh as putting bees in that stupid teacher’s car who gave your essay a B.” Peter opened his mouth to scold her, but she didn’t let him. “Which I didn’t do.”

“Because I begged you not to.” Peter added.

“Yeah, but dude, your essay was great! You deserved better than a B!”

Finally, Peter laughed. Really laughed. And he couldn’t stop from thinking I love you.

-

MJ panted and panted louder as each second passed, trying to reach for more air, and after roughly biting her lower lip, she couldn’t hold it anymore, and the words just magically escaped, “I love you.”

She couldn’t see Peter’s reaction because his face was buried on her neck, but then, while his back was turned to her as he was wearing his shirt, she could notice his anxious body language. MJ frowned, first because he didn’t need to wear his shirt since they were alone. And second, because she realized maybe she had screwed up.

But before she could panic, MJ heard his voice, shy and so so sweet. “I love you, too.”

A relieved sigh was released immediately. “Oh, thank God you said it back, I was starting to freak out.”

Peter turned to her, eyes shining, happy that the most delightful three words he had ever heard during his entire life wasn’t a mistake she made during the heat of the moment. “You… really did mean it?”

MJ rolled her eyes. “Of course, Peter. Or may I remind I’m obsessed with the truth?” And with you, but she decided it was too much feelings for one night.

Peter beamed with satisfaction, in all his puppy cuteness as he went to cuddle with her.

“So…” She started. “When did you realize it? That you… loved me?”

He got to a sitting position on the bed as his hands went trough his hair, probably stalling because he was embarrassed, but she didn’t mind it since she loved his hair, and adored when he did that.

“Uh… that time you doodled the… you know… on Brad’s face.” For some reason, he felt shy to admit.

She snorted a laugh. And then Peter questioned her too, “What about you? When did you realize?”

“Remember that time you fell down of a bicycle?” MJ asked. He nodded and she continued. “At the moment, I was just thinking, this boy has superpowers but he stupidly fell down while riding a bicycle? And then it just hit me, like, wow I love him.”

That night, MJ didn’t really mind the absence of her family at her place, because she got to fall asleep with Peter cuddling with her. A Peter Parker that loved her back.

-

Their very first real fight, a fight that didn’t end as they explained themselves, didn’t happen for reasons they were most likely to expect. Like, the dangers of being a super-hero, or the lack of presence of body and soul due to this exhausting duty.

No, their first real fight happened because of a trip, as most real fights often happen for regular people.

What was supposed to be a fun road trip to visit some universities across the country with their best friends, Ned and Betty, ended up resulting in a lot of sulking coming from both MJ and Peter.

As people say, you only get to know someone until you live or travel with them, and apparently the travel part didn’t go really well for the two teens.

Ned was driving, Betty was on the passenger seat, and on the backseat, Peter couldn’t help but open his mouth, directing his words to his girlfriend sitting by his side.

Their last discussion had happened with MJ coming up with a better response, and even though Peter was really, really, sweet, he was still bitter about it.

“I mean, you just had to, didn’t you?” He started. “At our last stop, you just had to leave your wet towel on our bed, just to piss me off.”

“Oh, yeah.” She replied sarcastically. “What an evil plan, I spent a day on it.”

“You left it right on my spot of the bed!” Peter complained. “I was cold!”

MJ scoffed. “Oh, poor you. Maybe I wouldn’t have to piss you off if you hadn’t made us lose the most important presentation of the day at Harvard.”

“You were the one who got us lost!” He argued. “But no! You were too fucking stubborn to listen to me!”

Betty winced at that. She wasn’t used to see someone as sweet and calm as Peter getting mad and casually using bad words. It kinda of scared her, maybe because she seemed to be the only inside this car to still remember that this boy had super-strength.

And of course, MJ had to argue back. “C’mon, man! You got us late to begin with, because you got distracted by a shitty stupid nerd club on the way!”

Peter clenched his jaw. “It wasn’t stupid! And, you were the one to get us late, because you just had to fit a weird presentation about fucking murders, that only you were fucking interested in, on our fucking schedule!”

MJ decided to settle for the least mature comeback she had at the moment. “You know what? Fuck you!”

“You-”

“Stop!” Betty yelled before Peter could reply. “Ned! Ned, stop the car, right now!”

“But-” Ned tried.

“Pull over!” The blonde insisted. “Right now!”

Ned did as he was told, and Betty started to get up from her seat. She opened one of the backseat doors, and ordered, “Get out!”

“What?” Peter and MJ simultaneously questioned.

“Peter, get out, and take my seat.”

He stared at her in silent, confused.

“I said… get out… and take my seat.” Betty ordered again.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Peter took her seat, and Betty sat by MJ’s side, and before MJ could assume she was on her side of the fight, Betty angrily whispered, “You better behave, young lady.” To what MJ responded with a stubborn pout.

Later, on their next stop, Betty and Ned locked the couple inside their hotel bedroom, claiming they had to make up, or they would leave them there in the morning.

Peter threatened to break the door, or get out by the window and leave MJ there, but he didn’t. And at this point, they didn’t really remember why they were fighting anymore, or even what started the fight to begin with, but they fought and fought some more.

That is until their lips violently crashed against one another, making them both shut up, except for a few groans and moans. And that was the first night they were a bit rougher with each other on bed, only to discover they actually really liked it. Leaving them too tired and too enamored to even bother about any fights.

Next time, because there’s always going to be a next time if they’re going to get realistic, they would try to find a more mature way out of a fight. But for the time being, they were enjoying this method way too much.

Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to send me more prompts, and I’ll try to fill everything as I can.

(I did a little icarly reference on it as i felt nostalgic, shoutout to anyone who notices.)

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[svtskneecaps]

1~33 :b

babe i don’t deserve you

1. How long have you been stanning SEVENTEEN?

just over 2 years, I think, I remember wandering around carat tumblr towards the end of 2017

2. How did you start stanning SEVENTEEN?

ok, so i used to be active on this wattpad-esque website and a mutual made a fic about them that i read, despite knowing nothing about them. later that summer me and my little sister were wandering around on youtube at our grandparents house, where i saw Don’t Wanna Cry on the homepage and, recognizing the band from the fic, i clicked. then we watched Boom Boom, and then i looped that mother heckin video for the next six hours

3. First impression of SEVENTEEN?

oh god, it’s been so long idk if i remember quite right. i think i thought they were a bunch of talented nerds tbh; even back then i remember being really impressed by the choreography

4. How long did it take to memorize names and faces?

well i wasn’t working on it constantly, just sort of whenever posts ran across my tumblr dash, but i’d say by the end of about a month i had most of them down consistently

5. Bias(es)?

ok i don’t bias, but most consistently, i’ve leaned towards the8, more recently jeonghan started whacking at my attention, and recently but not MOST recently, jun was getting my goat, but it really depends on what video i watched last (like i watched the camping thing recently and jeonghan and hoshi searching for bugs + jeonghan getting all flustered when the members were talking about how he said he loved their team really got me)

and watching the call call call video gets me swinging worse than a compass that can’t find north so ??? it changes; i love them all but if i went off listing everything i loved we’d have a 13+ paragraph essay and that defeats the point of the question

6. Biaswrecker(s)?

no biases so no biaswreckers, n e r d s

7. Which member first caught your eye?

woozi, actually; i thought he looked good and was neat, and i saw the whole ‘woozi coming at you with a guitar’ and loved it, and then minghao got the black mullet and it was ALL OVER FOR ME

8. Which member did not turn out who you expected him to be?

oh boy. maybe jun? he looked really like yknow strong and silent type? and then he’s this sweet lil flirty dork and idk i love him

9. First song heard by SEVENTEEN?

it was don’t listen in secret actually, i think, there was an audio post of it ‘playing in another room’ but i didn’t realize that was what it was or that it was seventeen until a while after i started stanning.

10. First MV seen by SEVENTEEN?

don’t wanna cry! but the first one that reeeeeally got me was boom boom. wonwoo with the mint hair convinced me to learn their names and it was all downhill from there (have i mentioned recently that mint is my kryptonite?)

11. Vocal, Hip Hop, or Performance Team?

i love them all,,,, but performance team

12. Have you had any dreams about SEVENTEEN?

i have, actually, but i don’t remember it right now. i just remember they were in it. dreams suck like that.

13. What concept would you like to see SEVENTEEN try?

i honestly don’t know. they keep coming up with amazing stuff and i just drink it all in. (if they did another call call call esque concept though THERE WOULD BE NO COMPLAINTS FROM ME)

14. What hair color would you want to see on a certain member?

MINT. ON ANYONE. LITERALLY ANYONE. OR PURPLE, I WOULD BE DOWN FOR MORE GRAPE MEMBERS.

15. Which members do you think look better with their hair up?

if you mean like ‘hidden’, i don’t know. honestly i think they all look great no matter what, hair hidden or not.

16. Have you seen SEVENTEEN live?

.....nope :( i live in nebraska so they aren’t coming close enough for me to be able to see them unless i took a weekend trip to do it, and honestly concerts stress me out a little, so. maybe someday?

17. Which member do you think is the most “boyfriend material”?

oh god. maybe jun. maybe mingyu. maybe jeonghan. maybe s.coups. honestly i never really thought about it. i think they’d all be good tbh (WHEN THEY DATE Y’ALL BETTER KEEP IT TOGETHER IF I SEE A SINGLE PERSON SAYING THEY’RE UNSTANNING, HEADS ARE GONNA ROLL)

18. If every member were hanging off a cliff, who would you save first?

i plead the fifth on that one my dude

19. Which member do you think is the most savage?

minghao has some good zingers tbh

Favorite…

20. song?

atm i’m listening to fear, call call call is my go to hype song, and smile flower makes me cry (in the best way)

21. choreography?

god just anything i mean really their choreography is absolutely breathtaking and THEY’RE ALL IN SYNC but like ig the fluidity of Home really gets me like when the chorus starts going and they all knock into that footwork idk if i’m describing this right but that. just. chef’s kiss. the good shit.

22. era?

i’m still not 100% about what ‘era’ refers to in its entirety, but CALL CALL CALL

23. song cover?

honestly i haven’t listened to many covers so i can’t talk

24. Unit?

booseoksoon

25. OTP?

ot13 just their friendship as a group like i absolutely adore it

26. reality show?

i don’t know if going seventeen counts. but going seventeen.

27. performance?

i don’t watch a lot of performances bc i am Fake Fan but the one i’ve seen the most, in all honesty, is the Pretty U performance that i slapped mariah carey’s all i want for christmas is you on top of

28. meme?

Which member would you like to…

29. have as your brother?

vernon could honestly already be my cousin (WHERE DID THE FUCKING NEBRASKA SWEATSHIRT COME FROM VERNON) so him

30. have as your best friend?

hoshi or like seungkwan are definitely like lit bestie material, or like 

31. go to school with?

wonwoo just cause he reminds me of a friend of mine a lil, or maybe jeonghan? just bc of the vibes i get idk why

32. have as your boyfriend?

i feel like dk would be like an amazing so; i’ve never thought about like who i personally would have so idk honestly

33. have as your husband?

hm. i never really thought about it. i guess maybe like joshua?

alright @allmyuwuswerestolen YOUR TURN i spent MANY A LOT OF HOURS trying to figure out the last 5, MY BAD

[mydarlingvioletine]

Just a Puppy Crush - Chapter Thirteen Ship(s): Violet/Clementine, Louis/Aasim, Ruby/Brody Media: The Walking Dead Game (Season 4)

author’s note: finally introducing one of my favorite boyos into this au!! sorry for the late update i hope you like it!

Just on the outskirts of the school, there was a patch of land that Violet had always overlooked, chalking it up as nothing.

        Turns out it was the community garden.

Clementine had pointed it out to her on their way to the corner store, and abruptly remembered that she had to check on her bok-choy and spinach plants.

       Violet waited patiently at the entrance, not noticing Clementine’s expression turn from tentative to mischievous. She turned her head just in time to see Clem reaching over a small fence, plucking a flower from another garden plot.

“Dude, isn’t that someone else’s?” Violet stammered, as Clementine rose to her feet and tucked the red flower behind Violet’s ear. “Can’t you get in trouble for that?”

      Clementine pursed her lips, tugging at the collar of Violet’s jacket with a smirk. “You’re the one who has a shirt that literally says ‘Be gay, do crime’.”

Still bashful from Clem adjusting her collar, Violet huffed and crossed her arms. “Never said I was a role model.”

        Clementine beamed before shutting the gate behind them, and interlocking her fingers with Violet’s. “Don’t worry, they’re Javi’s brothers’ flowers. That guy is kind of a dick, so I don’t feel bad. Child support dodging asshole.”

With a weak smile, Violet walked alongside Clem beside the road, kicking the occasional pebble that she saw.

      “Plus, I don’t think anyone could be that mad if they saw how cute you look.” Clementine chided, happily humming when she saw the deep pink flush across Violet’s face.

Fighting every instinct to bury her face in her hands, her smile became wobbly. “I’m not - I’m not fucking cute. Cute is for puppies and... babies.”

        Clementine huffed, swinging their intertwined fingers back and forth between them. “Fine. Beautiful, then.”

Violet groaned with exaggeration, trying to throw the attention off of the blush she couldn’t control. Being pale sucks when it comes to stuff like that.

      Clem held the door to the front of the shop open for Violet, and a cool breeze met her, along with some borderline emo pop music.

“Benny boy! How’s your shift going?” Clem hoisted herself up onto a bar stool beside the counter top, and swung her legs as she smiled at the lanky teenager at the cash register.

        “Well, this fucking terrifying lady just left about five minutes ago. Textbook definition of a scary soccer mom.” Ben murmured, pushing back his mess of shaggy back hair to glance at Violet. “She was even taller than me. Like, nobody’s taller than me.”

“Glad to see your ego is still intact.” Clementine giggled, patting the stool next to her for Violet to sit down on. Ben smiled wearily, eyes dancing between the two girls. “Did you get Larry to fix up the milkshake machine?”

         Ben softly shook his head, and took two large glasses from table behind him and set them under the spout. “Cheap bastard didn’t do shit. I got it fixed out of my own pocket. So, what can I get for you guys?”

“Two taco bags, puh-lease!” Clem sang out, digging the twenty dollar bill out of her pocket and slapping it on the counter. “Oh, Vi. What flavor do you want?”

       “Flavor?” Violet scrunched up her nose at the question, and Ben pressed a couple of different Doritos bags towards them. “Oh, uh... the best flavor.”

“A woman after my own heart,” Clem swooned dramatically, leaning back in her seat. “That’ll be two bags of Cool Ranch.”

     Violet guffawed and shook her head at the notion. “What? No. I said best flavor, Nacho Cheese.”

Ben beamed, and grabbed the bag from a shocked Clementine, who then crossed her arms. “At least one of your friends has taste. That kid who almost broke my jukebox by sitting on it went for the Supreme Cheddar. Fucking nasty.”

     “It’s Louis-“ Clem interjected, as Ben rolled his eyes and turned the corner to the kitchen.

Violet tugged her knees to her chest, and focused her gaze on the cheesy cat clock in the corner with big yellow eyes. “You take all your dates here?”

     Clementine blinked rapidly, and went to say something when there was a bang in the kitchen, followed by a “FUCK!”

A disheveled Ben rubbed the back of his head with embarrassment as he came back into the counter area, holding two bags of Doritos with chunks of taco meat and lettuce and cheese in them.

        “Bon appetite.” Ben dramatically bowed, passing the bags to Clem and Violet along with a fork. “Is that it?”

Clementine’s eyes landed on Violet, and she pursed her lips while contemplating. After a couple of seconds, she slammed her hand enthusiastically on the counter.

                   “One chocolate milkshake, please.”

Her eyes landed on Violet, and she cocked an eyebrow, her lips curving into a lopsided smile.

                  “Two straws.”

Violet scoffed to herself as they left with arms full of Gatorades and Doritos. Clem held the milkshake tightly in her hand, the water droplets from the sunlight making it slippery.

      “Louis dragged me along after one of our games. He asked Aasim to show up and watch him, and I guess he really didn’t expect for him to actually show up. But, he did and Louis got all flustered and had me be a third-wheel while they were doing all their mushy gushy shit. Definitely was not a date.” Clem confided.

“Oh,” Violet mulled it over in her head before giggling, letting a vulnerable snort slip out. “I can’t believe Louis is really trying to slip into my relationship shit when he can’t even handle his own. He’s.. so dumb.”

        “Relationship shit?” Clem cooed with curiosity, bumping her shoulder against the taller girls’. “Do tell.”

A rush of heat hit Violet’s face at the feigned obliviousness, and she ducked her head to take a sip out of the red straw from their shared milkshake. “It’s nothing..”

      Clementine was about to press further when the calamity of adults screaming hit their ears. With an eye roll, they quickened their pace back towards the ball game, which had just started.

The chanting from the green team was incoherent until they got closer. The time the words were said, and the wires in Violet’s brain short-circuited, Louis and Marlon had dropped their attention from the game, and looked worriedly at the two.

“Let’s go, Delta Destroyers!”

Violet froze in her tracks and scanned the field. Her eyes landed on an uninterested kid who was crouching down and playing in the grass.

        The kid with the burn scar across the side of his face.

“Vi, you good?” Clementine picked up on her change of mood, and brushed against her to snap her back into reality. “Violet?”

     “I’m okay. I’m - yes. Good.” Violet stammered, her eyes dancing nervously across the crowd that had accumulated around the Delta’s side.

She slumped herself down beside Carley and Lee on the bottom bleacher, and tried to channel her focus on cheering for AJ. But she couldn’t fucking stop looking, checking.

    With a concerned frown, Clementine sat herself down next to Violet, and placed her hand on top of hers. Relaxing at the touch, Violet let out a deep, shaky breath. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Violet gave in, her hands wrapped around the milkshake as if it could soothe the racing thoughts in her mind.

       “The private school, Delta.. I’ve got history with a girl from there. Her brother’s out there. Fuck... I hope she’s not here.”

Confirming her suspicions, a shout from the other side rang out that Violet knew too damn well. She flinched at the familiar tone, and tugged her knees to her chest. “Shit.”

      “Hey, we can ditch this if you want,” Clem offered, tightening her grip on Violet’s hand. “I’m sure Ben wouldn’t mind some company.”

Violet shook her head, and pulled the straw towards her lips. “I’m good. Just haven’t talked to her since the whole thing went down. Was kinda hoping it’d stay that way.”

         Clementine rolled up her sleeve and dramatically flexed, bringing an involuntary smile to Violet’s face as the dork next to her kissed her bicep. “Don’t you worry, my darling. You won’t have to. Let me know if I need to kick some ass. Take some names.”

“Clem,” Carley groaned, reminding them of her presence relatively close to them. “Javi can only let so much pass before you get kicked out again.”

          “Again?” Violet softly elbowed the pouting girl beside her, intrigue in her smile. “What’d you do?”

“I didn’t do anythin-“

        “Threatened to shove a foam finger up the ref’s nose and had to be physically held back by Javier.” Lee interrupted, a glint of pride as he smiled down at his daughter.

“That call was bullshit and you know it.” Clem huffed, crossing her arms and shoving a forkful of taco meat and Dorito chip crumbs into her mouth. “Let’s not forget when you got so mad at a call and you accidentally spilled the entire ice bucket.”

      The domestic moment that she got to be a part of brought a sense of peace to Violet, and she let her shoulders relax with a happy hum as Lee and Clem bickered. She shared a glance with Carley, and they burst into a giggling fit at the sight of their sweethearts squabbling passionately over the dumbest things.

A sharp ‘crack’ interrupted their arguing, and everyone’s eyes landed on AJ, who was holding the bat in disbelief, looking at the ball he’d struck almost over the fence.

       Clementine and Lee pushed up against the fence, cheering incoherently and yelling for him to run as the shocked kid just blinked. He tossed the bat aside, and booked it towards second base.

Looking at the kids mindlessly fucking around in the outfield, his velocity was definitely unnecessary but she’d be damned if it wasn’t adorable.

       “Go, AJ!” Violet rose to her feet, raising the foam finger above her head and cheering as the flustered kid made it to third. “You got this!”

The kid beamed at his fans, and sped towards home, letting himself get low to the ground and slide dramatically on the base.

       Carley and Lee’s cheers were quickly cut off by groans as AJ stood up and dirt and dust was absolutely covering his baseball uniform.

“Not it for laundry tonight!” Clem pressed her finger to her nose, and Lee and Carley followed suit. Confused, Violet glanced between them and reluctantly raised her finger to her nose.

     “Technically, Vi was the last one. She’s on laundry duty.” Clementine beamed, slinging her arm around Violet. “Don’t worry, my dirty underwear will not be included.”

Clementine’s willingness to let her in on family outings and secrets and all that stuff meant so much more to Violet than she let on. When she started catching on to inside jokes and eventually creating ones of her own, a sense of belonging just overflowed all of her senses.

       Lee rolled his eyes, and scoffed. “You really need to take a class or something on the proper way to ask someone out on a date.”

He earned simultaneous punches in the arm from both Clem and Carley.

    Clementine huffed, and sat back in the bleachers, watching as AJ high-fived his teammates. “I volunteer James, then. Bastard ate my Cocoa Pebbles.”

The rest of the game went by pretty quickly. Turns out Delta is all bark and no bite. From her past experiences with their students, Violet would’ve never guessed that they couldn’t back up their smack talk.

      The Delta kids - besides Tenn - begrudgingly shook the hands of the home team, and the players dispersed back to their families.

Violet watched as Tennessee slung a backpack over his shoulder, and hopped over the fence to embrace his older sisters.

         It happened too fast. Minerva’s eyes raised up to meet hers, and she seemed thrown off, standing stiffly before she turned her attention back to her little brother, who’d attached himself to her leg.

Her thoughts were cut off by Louis running up to her and squeezing her tight, even lifting her a couple inches off the ground. Over his shoulder, she saw Clementine beaming, and her face went numb as she shoved the tall dork off of her.

        “I can’t believe you came all this way to see little ol’ me,” Louis feigned a Southern accent that would make Ruby turn in her grave. “You really do love me!”

Violet discretely flipped him off.

     “We still going to the diner? I can give you guys a ride.” Louis offered, eyes flickering down to his watch.

“Oh, fuck yea.” Clem squealed, tugging on Violet’s arm. “I’d take late night pancakes over a fucking casserole any day.”

       “Pancakes sounds amazing right now,” Violet agreed, shuffling her hands into her pockets. “I’m in.”

The four of them walked back to Louis’ car after Clem said goodbye to everyone, and sneak-attack tickled AJ. Marlon glanced at Violet with his bottom lip pursed, and the weight of the flower on her ear suddenly occurred to her.

         “People are really stupid if they eat anything other than breakfast food.” Clementine chirped, earning a collective sigh of agreement from everyone else in the car.

“Onward! To pancakes!” Violet lightly kicked the seat in front of her, causing Louis to twist himself around and wag his finger at her.

            “I will turn this car around, Violet. Don’t you test me.”

“You kinda have to anyway, to get to the diner...” Marlon noted, earning a stern glare from Louis.

      The cheer of the three passengers crying for pancakes was drowned out by Louis aggressively turning up the volume, and shouting along to the Britney Spears lyrics.

#twdg #twdg violet #twdg clementine #twdg louis #twdg marlon #twdg lee #twdg carley #twdg aj #twdg minerva #twdg tennessee #twdg sophie #twdg javier #violetine #violet/clementine #violentine #loussim #lousim #brody/ruby #twdg tfs #twdg s4 #the walking dead game #take us back #done running #suffer the children #louis/aasim #redd writes #telltale #skybound games

[houseofanubis-headcanon]

An Analysis of the Joy-Fabian- Nina Love Triangle

I would like to preface this analysis with the reminder that my thoughts and feelings, although passionate, are subjective and open to change. Some of the ideas I express her might be seen as controversial. I don’t know. I’m actually very interested in discussing this plotline. Therefore, if people disagree or would like to add on - please do! I’m also writing this at 2 AM and I am wackers-bananzos.

In the beginnings of House of Anubis we are given three important pieces of information pertaining to this analysis. Those being 1) Joy and Fabian are at the very least friends, 2) Patricia and Joy are at the very least best friends, 3) Nina and Fabian are growing closer. Nina and Fabian’s friendship later causes Patricia to accuse Fabian of being to relaxed on Joy’s disappearance.

My ideas lean with support of the headcanon that Patricia, while maintaining her friendship, did throughout the events of season 1 and beginning of season 2 have a crush/romantic feelings for Joy. This is my personal preference and interpretation, but doesn’t affect the analysis that much. This crush can be hinted at by the behavior exhibited by Patricia. She is very concerned for her friend after Joy’s disappearance, which, although not inherently romantic, is more likely out of a deeper feeling. Patricia’s feelings are also expressed through her opposition to Joy attempting to attract Fabian, Patricia’s explanation also supported by her friendship with Nina. There are other more subtle hints regarding Patricia’s sexuality, but in the scheme of this analysis I will establish an unrequited crush without delving too much into the independent intricacies.

In season 2, and hinted in season 1, it is revealed that Joy has feelings for Fabian and is discouraged by his relationship with Nina. Joy throughout the entirety of season 2 makes it part of her mission of assimilating back into her old Anubis lifestyle to cause a rift between Fabian and Nina. This eventually devolves into Joy blatantly attacking Nina.

Nina also has a part to play in the stroking of Joy’s fire. Other than dating Fabian in the first place, Nina is also very jealous of anyone Fabian is remotely romantic with. This especially includes Joy. Nina tenses whenever Fabian and Joy joke, hang out, or talk, because of the threat Nina interprets Joy to pose. This threat is only heightened by Fabian’s indecisiveness and unassertive attitude that only tends to get him in trouble with Nina and Joy.

This plotline goes back and forth between Nina being too awkward to communicate with Fabian, Fabian being too flustered and confused to do anything about anything, and Joy being a little coo-coo maniac (just kidding, but you know what I mean.)

Somewhere throughout the late-middle of season 2, as Joy becomes more exposed and broken down, Patricia’s distance, originally brought on by her Sibuna obligations, only becomes more prominent. At this point, is where I assume Patricia fully moves on from her unrequited crush on Joy and the two separate. Patricia is happy with Eddie, and Joy has lost Patricia as a friend.

The season’s conclusion involves Joy aiding Sibuna in the Senet task, eventually leading to a fight between Joy and Fabian where they both shout each other’s flaws at one another. This fight is seemingly resolved by Fabian, showing his development, decides to take Joy’s potentially life or death advice, despite her warning not to follow her lead. This shows Fabian to have grown as not only a character, by making decisions that have big consequences, but as a friend of Joy, expressing his trust in her, despite her chaotic behavior. The two solve the Senet task and rescue Nina, Alfie, Patricia, and Amber from the evil Senet dungeon. Joy and Fabian become friends again. Nina and Fabian start dating again and the season concludes once again with Fabian and Nina kissing and their friends being oddly happy about it.

There is more to discuss about season 3, but I will get into that in a bit.

Now for the real shit. Also known as, how this plotline helps develop these characters.

Fabian- Personally, I feel as though Fabian’s transformation throughout this plotline was the best part about it. He certainly grew as a character. In season 1 and the beginning of season 2 Fabian struggled with being assertive, making decisions, and communicating with others. By the end he was still a confused, bumbling dork, but he was one who wasn’t afraid to trust his intuition. I feel like season 2 both had Fabian’s lowest and highest moments of trusting himself and his decisions. The lowest being both throughout this love triangle plot line and the Senet game. (Honestly, I could do a whole analysis on the Senet task. It fucking tested some limits!) The highest was also in the Senet game as Fabian showed both his fight with and trust in Joy. If this thread of assertiveness and decision making continues throughout season 3 I can’t entirely say, but it definitely seems like it isn’t a struggle anymore. Also, his attraction to Mara in “Touchstone of Ra” showed him to be able to handle relationships a lot better than previously, in terms of his instincts.

Joy - Joy’s journey throughout season 2 revolves around her recovery from her disappearance. She is having to deal with both the events of last year and readjusting to school. Joy in season 2 is in my opinion one of the most fascinating moments developmentally. Joy loses everything in this season. She realizes that returning to her school after a year of being away means that nothing is the same. This is what initially triggers Joy to desperately attempt to get Nina away and Fabian back. This was what it used to be before Joy went missing. But in this season, as Joy tries to win Fabian back amongst other things, Joy just becomes more and more distraught. She loses Fabian. She loses Patricia. She loses her reputation after many things, but especially the Jack Jackal scandal. Season 2 is the phoenix bursting into flames. It is only until Joy becomes friends with Fabian again that she realizes and accepts how things will be different, but also okay. And as much as I would like to say that season 3 is the phoenix rising from the ashes, it is not. At least, not in the beginning. I believe the way the writers handled Nina leaving was very poorly. Especially when considering how Joy reacts. In the beginning of season 3 she is immediately after Fabian again. Only when he rejects her, showing his newfound assertiveness, is she turned off and decides to remake herself (aka the phoenix rising from the ashes). Personally, I think this makeover should’ve happened at the very beginning of the season to signal Joy’s new confidence as a different person with advanced understandings. Having Joy pine after Fabian once more simplifies Joy’s motivations to be purely about her attraction to Fabian, bring that piece of her development right to the surface.

Nina- Nina, in my opinion (very much opinion), is one of my least favorite characters on the show and this is one of the reasons. In season 2, more of Nina’s flaws are revealed through her conflict with Joy. I like this aspect. I like to see protagonists as imperfect people with undesirable qualities. However the flaws that the writers gave Nina seemed… incomplete. Nina, to me, being a person who doesn’t communicate well and often blames herself for the bad things happening to other people, wouldn’t be an openly jealous person. Her conflict with Joy makes sense, but it is fueled by the wrong reasons. These flaws only become worse when Nina breaks up with Fabian, but also gets extremely possessive and jealous of him. This becomes especially apparent during the masquerade kiss fiasco. It is understandable that Nina would be upset about that. This is a boy she likes kissing a girl who she does not. I get that she would be upset. I would also get that she would cry to Amber about it. My friends have certainly done that with me. My problem is that the show frames it in a way that makes it seem that handling Nina’s feelings is now Fabian’s responsibility. He needs to save Nina both literally from falling down the chasm, and figuratively from falling into a sadness because she thinks that “Fabian likes Joy more than me!” Once again, these flaws are only made worse by the season finale. After all of this jealousy and possessiveness Nina still gets what she wants. She kisses Fabian. Yes, she did somewhat resolve her conflict with Joy by thanking her for saving her from the Senet dungeon and by accepting her into a part of Sibuna, but that still doesn’t solve this issues that she internally made acceptable. Nina is developed into a character where jealousy and possessiveness will get you what you want. I don’t know if the writers had a plan to solve this issue later, but I doubt it.

In conclusion, this plotline had very interesting aspects tied to it. Fabian developed into a stronger character because of it, Joy’s arc in season 2 was very strong, and Nina began the season with the potential for potential. However, overall this plotline fell flat.

TL;DR - The writers don’t know how to handle character arcs.

#house of anubis #hoa #joy mercer #patricia williamson #fabian rutter #Nina martin #love triangles #character development #summer school is turning me into an essay machine #please respond to this if inspired #I want to know what others think #also this analysis is potentially controversial #I love this show #just so y'all know #I just like to think of things I love critcially #also I'm writing my English paper about House of Anubis and once I write my final draft I am publishing it here #also if there are any typos I'm sorry #it's 2 am #I'm tired #I have a gig tomorrow #also my album is almost out #holland silva on iTunes and Spotify #it's two am #zippity doo da zippity day

[adhdslugcrimes]

Being weird with characters

Me being weird to fandom characters. Persona 4 is my start. Leggo

Yu/Souji- looks calm and collected, is a cat whisperer. Has at least a box of fancy feast in his bag at all times, has a six sense of a cat nearby in his area. Ten strays always follows him. A great cook. That weird silent friend that makes you rethink why you look up too him. Leader of everything. Speak cat. Protecc friends from themselves. Literally fought god and won. Love his trash can prince. Moronsexual. Mr. steal your cat. Another man trash is another man treasure

Yosuke- the prince of junes, literally everyone mood. Best boi #2. Nurse kink. Headphones are apart of his body. Would die if he lost his headphones. Learn how to fix them because he’s clumsy. Bi disaster. That friend what hides how hurt he his because he’s afraid of being laughed at. The friend everyone hugs even for no reason. The one who stayed up drawling or making mixtape then studying. Begs leader to help him study. Awkward. Hates his drawings but they are actually wonderful. Dance for no reason. Draws his crash but never finishes because he “messed up.” Likes frogs. Wear v-neck in the middle of winter because he can. Very loud when flustered. Actually is a romantic dork. Calls up big lesbian when Yu/Souji does literally anything. Stan for leader breathing. Dances with Yu/Souji when he can. Is the cat whisperer moron. Makes music for everyone taste. Draw his friends on a regular basis.

Chie- big lesbian. Has a crush on her best friend since they were ten. Wakes up yosuke to tell him all about Yukiko. Act tough but really a soft butch. Would shave her sides to look more gay. Bring up how gay she is to a dense princess. Meat. Karate movie fan. Likes her legs. Kick any creep looking at her princess. Lifts her princess any chance she gets. Wears a skirt but still can kick your ass. Learns to cook so they don’t eat takeout all the time. Tries to be romantic but fails in a adorable way. Wears anything too show she’s gay. Slides in and kiss her girlfriend in front of a boy that can’t take a hint. Scared of horror films but acts tough to her girlfriend.

Yukiko- very gay too. Pillow lesbian. Most likely to laugh at horror films then the actual evil character. Loves her girlfriend a lot. Dance like beautiful swan. Is gay but look straight. Tries to turn down guys nicely. Flusters easily. Was dense about the girl she liked liking her back. Weird like Yu. Is romantic. Very sappy. Remember the first date in detail. When married to her wife she brags about her wife. Loves being carried. A princess in her girlfriend eyes. Tries to adopt every dog she sees. Cuts you with a fan. That friend that said the weirdest shit constantly. Wear black lace undergarments. Looks innocent but is not.

Teddie- the only straight one in the bunch. Lives in the closet. Likes to look cute. But fuck gender roles. Wear dresses and flirt with your gurl. Says bear a lot. Eats a lot but never gain a pound. Mr. steal your girl. The baby brother to everyone. Extrovert too the max. Very sweet. Shadow form is nightmares. ADHD af. Matchmaker for his brother and Sensei. Doesn’t understand why people hates his friends being their beautiful selfs. Has killed the homophobes and Tranphobes too make the world better. Killed as in destroyed them with logic and knowledge. Makes glasses and fix them.

Kanji- local gender roles breaker biker dude who loves the prince of detectives. Good at sewing, room decor, and other “girly” stuff. Bleached hair means business. Best boi #1. His shadow was pretty funny though. Cooks for everyone. Takes his lover to bed. Beat up anyone that hurts his family. Likes cute things. Precious baby. Makes things for friends. Tries to not be edgy anymore. Still weak for punk rock styles. Loves animals. Would stop listening to the conversation to pet animals. Has no filter. Dyes hair again for his wife. Every child favorite uncle/dad. Cries over not having enough hands to pet all the animals in the petting zoo.

Naoto- Is obviously a Tran’s boy but the creators chicken out. So if we can’t have transgender then genderfluid. Actually seen tapping her breast to look more masculine. Carries a water gun. Naoto shadow even wants to be a boy. It didn’t go away either she expected it. Very badass. Will shoot you if you mess with her family. Talks to Yu in a different language when she’s flustered. Mostly French. Let her friends call her he and likes it. Best detective ever.

Rise- very bi. Elegant bi. Has a lot of money and spoil her friends with it. Begs them to dance in her come back show. Destroy media when she came out bi and has a boyfriend and a genderfluid girlfriend (kanji and Naoto). Flirts with Yu too help push yosuke confession. Very romantic. Very flirty. Dress to impress. Forced Yosuke in a Santa dress for Yu present. Looks like angel is actually a demon too pranks. Badass boss lady. Prefer to be called queen of the idols as a joke. Helps get Kanji work in fashion and other things to help him out. Helps get Yosuke art and music seen with the brunette asked for her help. Rocks high curly pigtails like no other.

Nanako- everyone little sister. Must protecc at all times. Bring her to junes like she wants. Punched a man for almost killing her. Cried when she died. Cried when she lived. Sing the junes theme till you repeat it on beat with the commercial. Magic tricks. Plant things. No sleep till she’s out of the dungeon. Stay with her when she’s sick. Cry when she calls you big bro even if you are a female playing the game. Let her help cook. Eat the burnt omelette too make her happy. Love on the girl. If she says she’s a princess then she’s a fucking princess. Worry when she ran away. Be the best big bro. Support her dreams.

Ryotaro- tired dad. Best dad. Great husband. Tired of your shit. 99.9% of his blood is coffee. Black coffee like his mood. Gets you swim trunks for reasons when you really wanted that platypus tee. Talks about changing your dippers as a conversation starter. Hits you on the head as a sign of affection. Need a vacation. Need to sleep. Becomes your father then an uncle. Cares for his sister not so much who she married. Loves you unconditionally. Best dad. Very sassy.

Marie- goth chick. Don’t read her pathos. There actually poems. Can’t remember anything. Nobody knows her. You see her at the train station and then mysteriously she’s in the limo. Probably died? Sold her soul? Who knows. So much potential for a deeper backstory wasted. Kinda a dork. Likes steak. And dramas.

Margaret- mom too all of these idiots and Naoto. Loves her job. Makes people gay. Very pretty. Very serious. Smart. Very strong. Dance like a goddess. Makes you wanna talk about anything just to hear her voice. Lives in a limo like a boss. Makes it easier to understand what’s happening. Not really but you listen because other dimension calls for it. Likes books.

Igor- weird nose guy. Eyes that are on all the drugs that’s what they are bulging. Handsome voice actually. Surround himself with ladys this time. Tells you shit you better listen too. Very short. Very distracting nose. Probably smells colors at this point. Also smells bull shit. Talks about topics that you careless about. Make him say you’re name. Let’s you name yourself whatever you like. Sick limousine. In your dreams.

Adachi- cabbage boy. Literally an asshole. Murders for fun. Very gay for Ryotaro. Threw up at the body he murdered. Fooled people. Top ten anime betrayals. Is in prison. A spit lip and a black eye before handing him off to the police for almost killing Nanako and revenge for Saki. Still a slightly lovable guy.

That’s all the main ones. Might continue this or not who knows. But I might do another fandom next or another persona. Also any ideas for a name of this?

#persona 4 #p4 #yu narukami #yosuke hanamura #yukiko amagi #chie satanoka #kanji tatsumi #rise kujikawa #naoto shirogane #teddie #nanako dojima #ryotaro dojima #igor #marie #margaret #tohru adachi #how i see them #idk i was bored #lol #tho idc if it gets zero likes i had fun doing this #slight ships #souyo #kannao #kanji x naoto x rise #yukichie #i hate calling Naoto a she tho #they are cleary a trans boy #atlus you cowerds! #my new thing

[sponfawn]

MTH - Buttercup & Mitch, Floyd, Lloyd, and Harry

This one goes out to a certain anon~ So this is surprisingly one topic that I haven't thought about extensively regarding MTH, but it’s a really interesting dynamic to think about. I wasn’t sure if by pre-breakup interactions between BC and the guys, anon meant like pre-relationship as a whole, or post-relationship but pre-breakup. So I thought about both. Disclaimer: because we don’t really have much to go on in terms of pre-relationship interactions, this is gonna be a bunch of conjecture based on how the characters currently behave and interact. I also gotta be honest, Harry and the twins tend to kinda clump together in my mind. I know what they looked like at 5yo, but in terms of current characterization they’re similar enough that they exist as a group in my head. Tho Harry does end up as the butt of a lot of jokes, more so than the twins. I guess that’s to be expected when your name is Harry Pitt.

This may have been stated in MTH in one of the early chapters, in which case, nevermind. But I feel like Buttercup probly started hanging out with the guys more starting at around when the Girls were 7 or 8? Blossom began her dance lessons at around 6 or 7, and I think 7 is around the age where kids in school start solidifying more who they consistently hang out with, and start subtly drifting a bit from siblings of about the same age. And as they got older (like maybe around 11/12) is really when Buttercup more clearly diverged from her sisters’ friends. In middle school, Blossom and Bubbles were both in choir apparently, and Buttercup rejected that completely. I’m guessing around that age or a year or so older is when they started wanting to form a band together, and then freshman year they actually started to play together as No Neck Joe. I think the guys started liking her pretty early in their collective friendship. I can imagine them all kinda realizing that they all had a crush on her. It’s possible it caused some mild conflicts between them, but I can’t imagine it lasted long at all. Then they came to a mutual agreement to prioritize their respective friendships with her. Honestly when Mitch and she started dating, I feel like Harry and the twins saw it coming and resigned to it without fuss. I just can’t see those 3 getting all pissy over it. Awkward? Yeah. Disappointed? Yeah. But not angry.

From what we see in their interactions after Butch becomes their buffer, I think they used to interact as a group much like how they did in chapter 9 at the Boys’ apartment, and in the video clip. Lots of ball busting, ribbing, general goofing off, and comfortable banter. Tho obviously with one difference being the current distance between Mitch and Buttercup. At this point in the story, while Buttercup and Mitch are starting to relax slightly around each other, they still kinda skirt the edges of the group and avoid much direct interaction. In group settings, Mitch was probably in a similar position that Butch currently inhabits, at least in terms of his closeness to Buttercup. That’s not to say that Butch is just a Mitch replacement tho. More that Harry, Floyd, and Lloyd are both relatively close to, and distant from, Buttercup. They’re in her closest friend group, but were never the closest to her within said group. Mitch and BC were BEST FRIENDS before ever going out, and that is the most obvious shift in the group as a whole. In my mind, Mitch likely interacted with her in less rough ways compared to Butch, both in term of rough housing (knowing that even if he could dish it out he wouldn't be able to take it), and dirty jokes aimed at/about her. I mean the guys have probly liked her for many years, and since they all were trying to hide their crushes i doubt any of them made many jokes suggesting any kind of attraction towards her. After Mitch and Buttercup started going out, that inclination would have probably increased (at least for Floyd, Lloyd, and Harry). Tbh, from the video Mitch was so earnest and sincere that I doubt he ever made dirty jokes about them as a couple, anyway. I feel like he’d be shy/awkward about that, especially knowing that she’d be flustered about it.

Based on the scene in the mall where the guys ask Buttercup to hang out with them for anti-prom, it’s pretty clear that not only is she just as shitty at communicating with her friends as she is with everyone else, but Mitch is as well. (To refresh memories, they're like “We don’t know what we did to piss you off, but whatever it is we’re so sorry and please be our friend again”, and she’s internally like “oh shit, that’s right they didn’t actually do anything and it’s not their fault, it was Mitch who told me”). I can understand why Mitch wouldn’t wanna talk about their breakup and the fact that he spilled the beans on all of them. But I bet it’s been lonely for them. Aside from the jealousy they probly had over Mitch being the one she chose to go out with, it was probly like being 3rd, 4th, and 5th wheels around them at times, cuz they were best friends even before dating. And in this situation, it wasn’t just feeling like an awkward entourage, it was like they fully lost one friend and the other one refused to clue them in as to why. I think if given the opportunity to be emotionally supportive in some way, theyd be fucking dorks about it but they’d try their best. But they were never given that opportunity by Mitch or BC, despite being friends since kindergarten. I feel like that probly hurt them, to be treated like it had nothing to do with them, even tho they were all friends. They haven't really addressed it, partly out of not wanting to accidentally push Buttercup away again, and partly cuz they’re just so relieved that they’re all friends again. I doubt they’ll ever decide to bring it up. Tho i could see Harry having a sudden outburst about it if she ever tries to ghost on them again. Idk why exactly but I feel like he’s the one most likely to have the guts to be vulnerable like that (both in expressing discontent/anger about something like that, and in terms of possibly invoking BC’s wrath). He seems slightly more assertive in some ways than the twins, and I feel like the twins look to each other a lot to decide what to say and when to speak up about something, which makes both of them hesitant to be the first to bring something up. Whenever I imagine who first brought up the idea of them forming a band, it’s always either Mitch or Buttercup, and Harry and the twins jump on the bandwagon. I think all 3 of them are less inclined to take the lead, but when necessary, Harry nervously steps up to the plate. After all, he is “the most determined drowning man of them all”, who spoke up first and ended up actually inviting her to their mini anti-prom.

I’ve been in BC’s position before, unwittingly pulled into the crush zone by friends, and I know the heartbreak over finding out someone just hung out with you cuz they wanted to get in your pants. But I don’t think that's fully the case for Harry and the twins. I’m sure they fantasize about it, but I think they genuinely care about her and value her friendship. At one point, she’s thinking about how she thought the guys “saw her” as a person, but after finding out they all liked her she feels like they didn’t actually see or like her as a full person at all, just as a “girl”. And again, I fully understand that feeling. But I think it also speaks volumes about how she perceives crushes and guys who have them. She knows that guys objectify girls, and I think she’s really internalized how attractive women are portrayed in various media, as well as how her sisters are perceived by virtual strangers - girls/women are not attractive due to their athletic feats, their sense of humor, their thoughts, their personalities, or their strength. They are attractive due to physical looks and femininity, and she equates being seen as “attractive/desirable” with being seen in a 1 dimensional and objectified way. She’s surprisingly like Blossom in that way (I’m thinking specifically about the scene in the diner and how she reacts after the photoshoot where she was asked to pose on the cover of a men’s magazine - “I don’t have a problem with people thinking I’m pretty... But... I do all this other stuff”), altho the way it manifests in their behavior is different. With Mitch she was ok with him liking her, and I think that’s partly cuz she liked him back but also cuz of how close they were. As best friends, she felt he saw her more completely than anyone else - until she realized that he thought she was interested in the other guys as “backups” and didn't see how much she loved him. (Which is interesting to me, cuz while she didn’t voice her feelings much to him, even Butch “emotionally constipated” Jojo could see how much she loved him through the videos and pics. It’s normal to feel insecure or unsure about someone’s feelings if they don’t communicate them, but I wonder if Mitch ever looks at those pics and realizes in retrospect how much she loved him.)

It makes me happy that she’s at least marginally getting better about communicating, even if it’s just with Butch (I hope that ability grows to other ppl for her as well). But for me it just highlighted how Buttercup doesn’t really have a support system. With the guys, she never talked about the tough stuff. I mean they didn’t seem at all surprised that she wasn't telling them why she was upset with them. She is very adverse to showing any sign of what she perceives as weakness, and since even Mitch had a hard time understanding her feelings, I’m sure it hasn’t been easier for the other guys by any means. They have fun together and share common interests, which is great, but she really keeps them at arm’s length. This is another aspect that's similar with Blossom, even tho Buttercup goes out with friends more often. They’re both quite emotionally isolated, tho Buttercup is now sharing more with Butch and Blossom is quite close with Bubbles. Of course, this isn’t due to a shortage of ppl around them who want to be close to them, but their own issues with showing vulnerability. I hope we get to see them open up a bit to more people. Now I’m honestly really interested in seeing how Harry, Floyd, and/or Lloyd would respond if Buttercup had like a serious conversation with one or all of them.

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