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bonbonthedragon · 3 years

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Meeting You Changed Me (21)

Dad!bakugou X Fem!reader

A series

Summary: When Bakugou leaves an ugly divorce, leaving him as a single dad he never can imagine himself finding love again, not when he was never actually in love. People manipulate and lie and he can’t trust anyone but those close to him and now protect what he has left. But maybe...just maybe he can give her a chance.

Warnings: angst, language, sensitive topics!, no fluff on this one sorry :(

Note: IM BACK…kinda. I’m currently sick and snot stained in bed soooooo….yeah, apple juice is the jam of recent and so is ice cream. Anyway… I AM SO SORRY for the wait! It was going to turn into just a week of rest but then I left you all for a 2 months! And I’m so sorry for the it but thank you all mostly for being so kind and patient! I never knew of such kindness and it really warmed my heart. Y’all are the true troupers for being so gosh dang sweet when waiting for such a cliff hanger if a story! I can’t promise I will be so active on this app, but I will be on it regularly to finish this story! Thank you all again and hope you enjoy! Love you!

Now with no further a due…here is part 21! Enjoy!!!

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2 days after the incident

It seems even after we thought the war was over, history had more mysteries in store for us…

A light flashed in (y/n)s face, her eyes fluttering to adjust when a mans hand came to view suddenly. She drew back, freezing a bit at the sudden movement.

“Alright Ms. (L/n), just a few questions and your out of here.” The cop shuffled his files onto the table, laying it across and opening the manila folder.

…

The doors hissed once they opened, bakugou peering in to see a man chained to a chair at the end of the metal table. Guards stood outside, and when he closed the gate they caged in to watch it. The mans head still hung low, bakugou huffing as he took his own seat.

“We meet again, hero.” Asher wheezed

…

“That’s not a valid answer.”

“I do not know what you want me to tell you then.” (Y/n) bit back. “It’s the truth. I wouldn’t lie about my son. What do you lot get off at of having a mother under go this torture of the details about Ren’s funeral? I told you there was nothing after that.”

“Then how come there’s no body?” The cop recoiled, pulling up a picture.

Furrowing her brows, she took the photo he slid across the table. Her heart nearly stopped. He took the photo back.

“What did you do do him-“

“We didn’t. It was found like this just a day ago.”

…

“I was told you wanted to talk.” Bakugou grumbled. “There are much more satisfying places I’d rather be than doing this, so hurry the fuck up.”

The villains laugh was nothing but poisoned venom. “What? Like being up StarBrights pussy-“

The table rattled, knocking over as bakugou stood and reached across to grab Ashers collar, tugging him forward until his face was mer centimeters away from the blonds. A sadistic smile bloomed across the mans face, Asher spitting in the heros until bakugou just went in for a swing. The guards outside didn’t bother to budge even after the thud of Ashers body hit against the concrete wall and slid onto the floor. He groaned and bakugou tched, kicking at his chair that had fell and pulled it back up, sitting and crossing his leg on over the other.

“Speak something of interest to me or die.” He hissed

…

“Then who did?”

The man shrugged, “I’m asking you. We went to go get some samples from his body to-“

Her eyes widened. “You what?” She stood “you were going to dig up my boy? With out giving me the knowledge? Without my permission?”

“Ms.(L/n) that isn’t the point. The point is is we went there and it was already-“

“When was I going to be told Rens body would be poked and prodded at? His mother! Me! To dig him up without little remorse of his spirits rest and my feelings? Who in the hell do you think you are?” She leaned across, bracing the edge of the table. The cop scooted back, hand going to his guns holster. She froze, eyes darting to his movements. (Y/n) backed up and sat down. She wouldn’t cry, no weakness would be shown to this hatful man who called himself a hero amongst society. “Your bitter.” She spat. “All of you. You call your selves cops, people who save those in need but then you go and so things like this?” A scoff “unbelievable, the lot of you. You should be the one in question. Thinking you can just go and dig up the dead, giving the family little to nothing of what is happening.”

“That isn’t true, dear.” Her mother’s voice rang through the inter calm. No doubt her parents witnessing their chat through a camera under authority. Her blood ran cold. “We gave them permission too.”

“Miss I’m going to have to ask you to calm down.” The cop asked.

Hearing her parents involvement, knowing they could hear this conversation. Something in (y/n) splintered, so much so the hold she thought she had for these people snapped and she lunged for the door. The man was quicker, taking her wrist and cuffing them immediately. She whipped around, gaping at what he had done until he dragged her back to her seat, shoving her back down and attaching the hand cuffs onto the leg of the table. Fuck being strong, when he opened another file only for more photos of her son to come to view. All varying from evidence photos of his dead body on scene from that fateful night, to recent ones she had before he passed in their records. Tears welled in her yes and she wept at the sight of them. Each drop clacked an echo in the small room, sending the cops wince at that.

“Please,” she begged “why are you so cruel? I did nothing wrong, I didn’t know. I haven’t even visited him since the funeral, I couldn’t- can’t bare it.” She looked up, her face red and hair dismembered. “I want answers just as much as you. So please, tell me where by boy is. If it not you, then who would do such a thing?” She fell weak onto the table, head laying as her cheeks wet with tears and stained the surface.

…

Asher groaned, wiggling against his binds until he was face up and his head wasn’t smushed with the ground. “It’s amazing what people will do for some cash.” He began “or a fix. So when I began business with the doctor, he promised my life a world of green.”

“Hah?”

Ashe chuckled, “some people like coke, or weed. Some will froth at the mouth at the sight of a wad of cash, I can’t say I’m far from that. But ya know what really gets me going, hero?” He met bakugou’s eyes, his tongue swiping just above his upper lip “a promising catch.”

“Get on with your goddamn point or you can meet death row sooner than you thought.” The blond warned

“My empire was big even before I met Star. But when I did meet her,” the hero’s ears nearly bled at Ashers moan, he grimaced. “it was like liquid gold. Beautiful, sexy, arrogant but smart, and her quirk? Not so powerful but rather…useful if given the right treatment. At the time I didn’t want the chase, more so, I craved my growing wealth. But (Y/n) just kept leading me on, making me believe we could go further only to push me back. It was annoying and…addicting. I began to enjoy the waiting she gave me, like putting my body on the edge of an overdue orgasm.”

Bakugou snarled at that. This mans words were nothing but disgusting, but if it meant he’d get something out of him, then so be it. He would listen.

“I upped the relationship. I found her background wasn’t as pure as most thought, and dare I say,” his eyes closed “it was fun abusing that power. After a few lessons the girl was a wonder at dancing with a blade. Along with some continuous research in the black market of Japan, and my time with her. I wondered if maybe, just maybe if our quirks collided what we could create something extraordinary. It wasn’t old news, many have had it done before, hoping to make a useful child with a brilliant quirk. So before I knew I had to leave the country, I gave her a goodbye gift, something I would make sure to return and claim when it would be of use to me, of course.”

Bakugou felt his nails dig into his elbows. Ren.

“Though I’m not so bad, I made sure she was comfortable. Star was given a yearly allowance every four months. I know, maybe I spoiled her a bit too much. It was a win win, she would live on caring for my child comfortably and I would get to continue my game of cat and mouse while my empire grew. But after I knew the child was conceived, and his quirk wasn’t disappointing, I reached out to an old friend. All for One was nice enough to lend me some information on the doctor, a man who specialized with quirks outside of his job.”

His chest tightened. At his name bare, bakugou thought he might just vomit. All for One…that bitch was still alive and breathing, slowly rotting in Tartarus as the years passed. Bakugou hadn’t stepped foot in that place since high school. He didn’t plan too either any time soon.

“But,” Asher continued “when I finally did retrieve the boy, I admit it didn’t go as planned. The useless prick I sent did a terrible job at that. I sent my regards to the doctor and my bill was never payed, leaving me in a bit of dept to the old man. So after some thinking, I came back to the city. I met with the doc, who was surprisingly still alive. We chatted and he told me he had advanced with working with the body even if it was dead. Quirks apparently stay in tact with the hairs follicles even after death. How about that.” He yelled, a sour chuckle “in the end I got my sale, and my StarBright! But you piece of shit ruined everything! You took her from me! Made her fall in love?” He spat again at bakugou, missing just barely and hitting his leather black boot “I even offered him another! Now my ass is back in dept now that I’ll be in a cell when it’s born! I had everything! And you took it from me!”

His blood stilled. “What did you say?” Bakugou breathed.

Asher began to laugh again, hysterically “all my work! Ruined!”

“Before that!” Bakugou ran to his body, picking up and slamming Asher against the wall “WHAT DID YOU DO TO (Y/N)?”

Asher lips curled “He’ll come to retrieve the unborn kid when the time comes for me, then my dept will be paid and maybe I can pay enough to get out of this rotting hole. Now the doc can have a dead experiment and a live one! Hopefully my last visit was successful, made sure she was all nice and plump before I left, before you showed up that night. My men even were nice enough to hold her up for me-“ bakugou shoved Ashers head into the wall, so hard the concrete cracked and went to dust as his body got smashed to the ground and through the wall. Soldiers ran in, guns at bare and two wringing bakugou off of Asher. It wasn’t working, his fist kept on going until the villain was nearly unrecognizable, it was then he stopped as a cop got in his face and pushed him back. Kirishima and deku came into view, holding him off and shouting for him to stop as he struggled in their grip.

Asher managed a smile and choked, “a perfect victory, hero! I win! I always will! And you loose-“

“You fucker!” Bakugou shouted, sending another hit “piece of shit you’ll pay for what you’ve done! I’ll dismember you myself- MPHM!” Kirishima shoved a rag in his friends mouth as they dragged him out, kicking and writhing.

“Hey- hey-“

“Kacchan- please calm down-“

Bakugou shook his head violently, managing to get the rag out and huffing as his eyes pleaded to kirishima “(y/n) need an ultrasound- now”

They froze

…

the doors opened, (Y/n) sighing and shifting her head up, the cop looking over. Mina stood in the door way, her face becoming twisted at what was in front of her, Kamanari coming in behind.

“Oh-“ he began

Mina stomped in, going into the cops face threateningly “why the hell is she tied up?”

Kamanari scrambled to (y/n)s feet, undoing the handcuffs and fishing out a cloth to wipe her tears with. She thanked him with a small smile, massaging her already bruised wrist and wincing. The hero helped her to her feet, snaking a arm around her torso reassuringly. She didn’t flinch.

“What was that noise?” She asked the two “down the hall? Is Katsuki okay?”

Mina looked up at her, Kamanari doing the same and they looked at each other. She spoke “we should get you back to the hospital, yeah? We are done for today.”

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shotorozu · 3 years

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hellooo i saw this tiktok video and was wondering if you can please do this for shoto kaminari and bakugou

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJkeaV68/

‘i got a big fat 😳🎂’

character(s) : todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, bakugou katsuki (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : fluff, crack (x reader)

note(s) : LMAO ANON YOU LITERALLY READ MY MIND?? I WAS GOING TO DO THIS EVEN WITHOUT A REQUEST— great to know that i have the same thinking process with you 🤩

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todoroki shouto

noooow

you know shouto’s always willing to do tiktok challenges with you— he might be clueless when it came to social media (because of end**vor)

but! he’s gotten used to your antics most of them anyway

but he’s sort of confused when you show him a video of a couple uh.. walking?? he can’t tell what they’re doing exactly

“what,, are they doing?” is what he asked when you showed him the tiktok, brows furrowed in confusion

“they’re uh.. kekeing how do i explain it— nevermind that! just do whatever i do, shouto!”

he’s still confused as hell 🧍‍♀️ but he decides to not ask any questions, and push through with it, just by seeing the excited look on your face

and the audio 😳 i mean, it’s not,, wrong. to him, your cake is some fine ass cake :))

you lead him out of the frame, and you hit play— not giving shouto time to ‘rehearse’

it might seem to be that shouto has no reaction to the audio, but if you look closely— the corners of his lips are tugged upwards slightly

and he follows your every command, when you gesture for him to copy you.

now, shouto’s got the dance steps down, but man’s terribly stiff 😭 he also kept looking at you (specifically your ass) to see if he was doing things correctly

afterwards, the two of you take a look at the video. and, he asks you if the tiktok needs to be filmed once again by your silent reaction

but he’s appalled when he sees you literally driven to tears from pure, unfiltered laughter

you assure him with a kiss that you’re fine, and insist that the tiktok is fine as you upload it— and you cuddle with shouto for the rest of the day, letting the tiktok marinate

the next day comes by, and tiktok BLEW UP. like.. blew up, really. they should be honored that they’ve witnessed shouto strut to nicki minaj

the comments being well, absolutely hilarious. you could read through the comments again and again, and not be bored

“mann your boyfriend 😭 he’s staring too hard” “YUHH GET IT, I GUESS” “go hot couple go ‼️”

needless to say, he didn’t hear the end of the conversation when bakugou found out about the tiktok

kaminari denki

if denki had a list of tiktok challenges he desperately wanted to do at some point in his life,

this would be in the top 3, for sure

so, luck seemed to be on his side when you approached him first— wanting to rope him in on another tiktok you wanted to do with him

hopefully one that doesn’t center him as the poor unfortunate victim

“you wanna do another tiktok?” he beams when you nod, and when you show him what the prank is— he’s excited!!

you can clearly tell that it didn’t take that much convincing

the blond’s also thankful that it’s not another tiktok that needs him to ask bakugou if he can say pegasus but without the pega 💀

“alright! tell me when we can do it,”

“right now.”

so here he is, standing beside you, as you set up your phone— absolutely confident on what he’s going to do

the tiktok starts running, and denki might’ve underestimated his eagerness, when the camera captures his eager expression 💀

there was no jumpscare warning

and you didn’t even have to say ‘c’mon‼️’ for him to follow your movements. as soon as you turned your back, he started moving along with you, and the music.

he was watching your movements, and he tried copying them to the best of his sloppy, hyper and exaggerated abilities

denki was so excited about being in the tiktok, to the point he literally crashed behind you— making the both of you tumble to the floor, laughing

and the tiktok’s results are pretty much unknown to him— minus the fact that you laughed HARDER when you re-watched the tiktok

“can i see?” he asks eagerly, but you swiftly reject— shoving his head away from your screen with a hand.

he pouts when you say “the results are a surprise!” a bummer, but he chooses to trust you, and the rest of the day is spent on the floor in pure enjoyment

you upload the tiktok and slowly but surely, it attracts people’s attention

because of denki’s eagerness— he,, did a fantastic job with the walk! you can even say that he did better than you, minus the not so graceful fall

even the comments agree with you “MAN HIS CAKE IS THANGING‼️” “he did awfully well omg 💀” “oh to have this relationship’s energy 😔 when can i find a dude like that?”

and when denki finally sees the tiktok’s results, he’s left in tears from laughing— reduced into wheezes

DANK-i : BABE WHDJWKDKE THE TIKTOK YOU JUST POSTED— 😭💀💀 IM IN TEARS

safe to say, his wish has been fulfilled, and he can pass away at any given moment, satisfied.

bakugou katsuki

bakugou katsuki will never admit that he does enjoy doing tiktoks with you

plot twist : he enjoys it a lot more than he expects

but he knows where the draw the line, and the line was at the new tiktok you’ve showed to him

“no.”

“but—”

“fuck no— if you wanted to twerk infront of a camera, go ahead by all means, just don’t rope me into it.”

he does have his reasons. one— the bakusquad will make fun of him, and two— if the tiktok were to blow up,, he wouldn’t live it down.

and it always does— he knows that tiktoks do particularly well if he makes an appearance.

“if i didn’t post it, would you do it with me?”

but katsuki seemed to be fine with that. with a roll of the eyes, he sighs— looking at the tiktok once again. he gets up from his seat when the tiktok’s over

“let’s do this fucking thing.” he says with determination, even though no one was going to see the tiktok anyway or so he thinks

the tiktok’s video timer starts counting down, giving the both of you guys ample time to get into position

a smirk couldn’t be held back when you state that “i have a big phat 🎂” it’s anything but lies, and it would be the only time katsuki would smile on camera

you go forward, and you gesture for him to follow on beat— with a focused glare, katsuki starts strutting with you like no one’s business

it’s at a slow pace, and people would’ve guessed that he had a stick up his ass, sure— but damn‼️ he has those moves.

and before the video actually ends, he’s seen turning around with a glare— to see if the camera’s not filming it’s still running, and the camera captures his expression

“not bad.” he can’t help but smirk at the results, when you replay the video “i’m referring to the both of us. and, didn’t know you could move like that.”

“katsuki, your pace was like a grandfather’s—”

“shut the hell up!”

but little did katsuki know, when he wasn’t looking, you published the tiktok online, for everyone to view (basically, 3M people have seen him strut to nicki minaj)

the comments were having a blast “we’ll disregard the pace, buT DAMN‼️WHERE DID HE GET THOSE MOVES?” “LOL HIS FACE AT THE END WAS LIKE👹🤨” “y’all catch that at the beginning? woooh he’s lovesick.”

when you woke up the next morning— you can hear the boom of his quirk outside of your room, and you can practically hear his not so happy voice

fly high 😔🕊 you will be missed

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obeiii-mee · 3 years

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Hey! I have a really loud and particular laugh that seems to carry quite literally throughout my house and there have been many times people have bought it up with me (I can’t help it my laugh is just loud & contagious!!). Could I request the bros reaction to MC who quite literally is unable to laugh quietly and ends up being heard through the whole of the house? Thank you!🥰

This is so sweet, geez imma get cavities. I also have a very loud laugh and I startle people a lot when I start laughing so I get what you mean!

These HCs are probably written a lot better because suddenly I’m full energy and motivation-

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The Brothers with an MC who has a loud and particular laugh:

Lucifer:

-He’ll never admit it but whenever you start laughing or even smiling, he can’t really stop himself from doing it too

-Like, he looks at you as you start cackling about a funny meme Levi just showed you and he’s holding back a smile-

-Because, even though you have such a loud and some would say ‘obnoxious’ laugh, he thinks you just sound so precious

-He really struggles to show that he’s not affected by you as much as he actually is

-Even if you start laughing at an inappropriate time, he’d likely not even tell you off properly

- Would never say anything of the sort to your face, but he low-key admires you

-He thinks it’s amazing that a simple human like you that has experienced so many horrible things every since they arrived in literal hell, can have the ability to laugh so heartily even now

-If you’re in public and start doing your boisterous laugh, he will keep a stoic expression on his face

-There’s a hint of a blush on his cheeks if you look close enough, though I doubt anyone is crazy enough to point it out

-In private though? Appreciate these moments y’all, because it’s one of the few rare times you’ll see him laugh freely

-Even when he’s around his brothers and trying to keep a straight face, you can see his lips threatening to curve upwards

-Basically, he thinks you’re baby and your laugh makes him feel at ease

Mammon:

-I head canon that he also has a very particular laugh because he gives off those kind of vibes

-He probably doesn’t even notice how loud you are when you start wheezing

-Normally, he’d join in and start laughing with you as the rest of the brothers take out their sound blocking ear muffs for the third time that day

-You two are loud ok?

-Poor Lucifer who not only has insomnia and is a workaholic, he also has two idiots giggling to themselves in the middle of the night

-When I said Mammon is trying to get a laugh out of you any hour of the day

-I mean any hour

-He will wake you up to just hear your voice and then proceed to run out as you start yelling at him

-Even if he were to notice it, the worst reaction you’re gonna get out of him is a bit of teasing

-“Ya sound like you’re dyin’ over there human. You alright?”

-When in reality, he’s even more smitten with you because your laugh is just another one of your amazing qualities

-Mammon does the stupidest shit in front of you to make you and hear you laugh because it warms his heart

-Even if he wouldn’t admit it, to you or to himself

-The only time he ‘doesn’t like’ it when you laugh is if you’re poking fun at him with his brothers

-That gets him all huffy puffy and sad

-For a minute, before he’s thrown himself onto you again

-Greedy for money and greedy for affection of course

Levi:

-ohcrapohcrapohcrapohcrap

-“YOU SOUND JUST LIKE THE MAIN CHARACATER’S LOVE INTEREST FROM THIS NEW ANIME I’M WATCHING! IT’S CALLED: PEOPLE KEEP TELLING ME I’M IN LOVE WITH MY BEST FRIEND BUT I’M ACTUALLY NOT, THOUGH WHOA THEY HAVE SUCH A PRETTY LAUGH!”

-Catch him rambling about it for five minutes straight

-Before stopping abruptly, flushing from head to toe and starting to stutter like he forgot how to speak

-This usually has you laughing again, in a more sympathetic and encouraging way and he just...dies

-He doesn’t like his laugh, at all

-He thinks it sounds really awkward and tense

-So he’s low-key jealous about your rather impulsive laugh because it’s so sweet??? And amazing and cute??? Just like you???

-But at the same time, it’s hard for him to be jealous of it when he loves it so much

-Why do you think he keeps coming to you whenever he finds funny memes or compilations online???

-“I don’t expect a normie like you to understand but look at this.”

-He gets a stupidly cute kick out of knowing that he is the one making you laugh

-I suggest trying not to laugh too much while he’s playing video games because your laugh distracts him so much

-And he will throw his headset at you

-Affectionately of course

Satan:

-He doesn’t give much of a reaction besides a quirked eyebrow and a quiet ‘Oh?’

-Sure, he doesn’t really like it when his brothers are being noisy either because they’re laughing too loudly or because they are fighting gladiator style outside his room

-But you’re the exception

-The only person in that household that could get away with interrupting his reading/work is you

-May come as a surprise to some, but sometimes Satan does get worried for you

-If he hasn’t seen you in a while he might start thinking that something is wrong

-But then he’d hear you laughing from downstairs and he’d smile and think “Eh they’re alright.”

-He thinks your laugh sounds so much more endearing than his own psychotic laugh 🥰🥰🥰

-Will throw one of his precious books at any of his brothers if they make fun of the way you laugh

-Basically, he has the biggest heart eyes for you but he’s too good at hiding it

-Laugh with him whenever something embarrassing happens to Lucifer and he will be so pleased and happy for the rest of the day

Asmo:

-“MC my dear, has anyone mentioned what a wonderfully charming laugh you have? And that says something coming from me.”

-Asmo also has a very noticeable laugh

-Not exactly loud but it could be considered obnoxious (to his brothers) and he giggles all the time when he’s very excited

-Having Asmodeous as your partner is basically the same thing as dating your best friend

-Despite being the Avatar of Lust, your relationship with him is super healthy and even he takes comfort in that

-You’d both be chuckling to yourselves in Majolish or something because this bïtch is hilarious if he wants to be

-“Oh my Lord Diavolo! MC, look! I found the perfect outfit for Mammon!!”

-And it’s a Disney princess dress the size of a fuckn toddler

-You guys laughed so hard you got kicked out >:(

-But you ended up buying that dress for Mammon anyway lmaoo

-Spending too much time with Asmo is similar to the whole “I’m trying to be quiet in class but me and my friend keep laughing every time we look at each other”

-The way both of you have to strain yourselves from full on cackling when Lucifer has a go at either of you 😌

-Except you seriously can’t laugh because you will be ✨murdered✨

-“What do you mEAN YOU DON’T LIKE YOUR LAUGH, YOUR LAUGH IS GORGEOUS! NOT AS GORGEOUS AS MINE OBVIOUSLY BUT IT EASILY COMES IN SECOND!”

-That’s the kind of hype he gives you all day every day

Beel:

-The first time he properly heard you laugh was when you started making puns and you were laughing like crazy at your own jokes (samesies)

-And he just loves seeing you this happy because he gets happy and then he doesn’t even want to eat anymore, he just wants to hug you

-“I like your laugh. Do it again for me?”

-Your heart went doki doki

-It’s common for Beel to make you all flustered without meaning to and then you nervously start laughing again because you feel so awkward

-BUT your face brightens up so much when you start laughing or even smiling and he can’t help himself from complimenting you

-Your joyous and loud chuckles always cheer him up

-To the point where he completely forgets how hungry he is

-Took you a while to figure this one out but his mood sort of changes with yours??

-If you’re visibly sadder than usual, he his morale is also surprisingly low and he starts eating more than usual

-In comparison to when you’re all bubbly and doing that beautiful laugh of yours and he gets like these butterflies in his stomach instead of the usual pangs of pain and hunger

-So now he just wants to hear your voice in general on repeat for the rest of eternity

-Im not crying you are

Belphie:

-“You’re too loud dumbass, I’m tryin’ to nap here.”

-Will deadass throw a pillow at your face if you wake him up

-Like hes so rude and for what?

-He loves you and your annoying as fuck laugh, he really does I promise

-It’s a special, unique part of you and all that sappy crap

-But keep it up and you will have a very cranky boyfriend to deal with for the rest of the month

-He can be such an ass at times if he’s in a bad mood

-“I should tape your mouth shut.”

-“Kinky-“

-“Shut up.”

-But as much as he hates being woken up by somebody else, he would much prefer waking up to your voice rather anyone else’s

-You usually wake him up in the mornings to get ready for RAD and you start giggling every time he pulls a face at you and complains that he doesn’t wanna

-“What are you? An alarm clock?”

-And then he just sort of pulls you to him and goes with a completely straight face:

-“You’re annoying but you can be my alarm clock if you want to.”

-He’s either flirting or is so sleepy he’s being unusually soft hELP

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Thank you for reading! And for all the reblogs and follows. You guys don’t even know how much I appreciate your support. Especially at times when I’m not as motivated to write and now that the fandom has fizzled out a bit.

Also imma have to make a master list soon or something

Al~

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me imagines #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me mc #🌸 comfort #⭐️ requests #☂️ demon brothers #💞 protective bois

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ashkise · 3 years

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YOU FORCING KUROKO NO BASKET BOYS TO MAKE A TIK TOK DANCE WITH YOU

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characters— TIMESKIP! akashi seijuuro, kise ryouta, takao kazunari, murasakibara atsushi

a/n— lmao i am not on dance tik tok anymore so im going to be using the old tik tok dances😫 omg i didn’t mean to make this long....

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✎AKASHI you were on your phone scrolling through tik tok trying to find that one video you wanted to do with sei. “darling?” you heard akashi call, walking into the bedroom. “sei! let’s do this tiktok!” you said with so much enthusiasm that seijuuro couldn’t say no. 15 minutes later you were in a giggling fit, “uh darling?” akashi mumbled clearly embarrassed of what he was wearing. “i-is this necessary?” sei stuttered. “of course sei! you look cute!” “uh thanks” akashi uttered playing with the hem of the dress. “okay! so do you know what you are doing?” “uh slightly?, i just lip-sing and dance?” akashi said clearly not understand what was happening. “yup, okay im going to hit the timer!”. when the timer hit 1 you came out wearing akashi’s lakers jersey and his sweatpants that were way too big. you had your hair tied up and a lakers hat that was sitting on your head backwards. after you did your short act, akashi awkwardly strutted in your high heels which were a bit small for his liking. sei started lip singing trying to remember what the words were. he was too distracted that he was wearing a dress and earrings haha. after akashi finished, the video ended and showed the preview of what y’all did. you were giggling when akashi came in view of the camera awkwardly walking and lip singing. “i wouldn’t mind doing another uh tiktok with you” akashi blushed which made you peck his cheeks and asked if he would want to do another. you posted the video and his former teammates were making fun of akashi, especially kise and aomine lmao.

✎ KISE was babbling on about how practice was and how they were going up against the spurs next week. “babe! aren’t you listening?” kise whined clearly wanting your attention. “hey ryo, wanna do a tiktok with me?” plsss his face went from whinny to cheery. “of course babe! which tik tok?” “hmm, how about this one?”. you showed kise the tik tok you wanted to do and he had an mysterious look in his eyes. “sure baby! whenever you’re ready!” bro this took like 20 tries for kise to actually understand. “wait babe slow down” kise pouted clearly irritated that he cannot move his body well. you had to hold in your laugh when kise was whining and pouting, blaming the couple and saying they are aliens who don’t have bones so they could move really well. you honestly didn’t expect kise to be THAT stiff. on the 23 try, you both finally got into rhythm and was pleased with the results. “how can you move like that babe?” plsss he was trying to copy your movements while watching the video. “i guess your perfect copy doesn’t work on dancing huh?” “BABEEE! HOW CAN YOU DISS ME LIKE THAT!”. you ended up posting the tik tok on your page and was surprised that it got so many likes and views in under an hour. the next day your phone was blowing up. you checked your tik tok page and was stunned at the amount of people who liked your post. lmao the whole generation of miracles + kagami and kuroko were making fun of kise and how he was dancing. you see kise’s comment saying “at least im famous!(￣^￣)ゞ”. you had to tell him he was famous either way since he plays in the nba haha. your video got 298k views and 256k likes.

✎TAKAO was actually the one to ask you to do a tik tok dance with him. “princess! do this tiktok with me! pleaseeee” takao gave you a slight pout and puppy eyes. “sure kaz, which one are we doing?”, takao was giggling when he showed you the tiktok. takao gave you one of his hoodies and grabbed him one as well. you both had to watched the video multiple times, trying to mimic the couples dances. “okay princess, ready?” “born ready” you giggled when takao hit the timer button. you both kept on messing up and laughing having a great time. “no no kaz-” you wheezed when he hit his knee on the living room table, tumbling down like a soldier getting shot. you both agreed to keep that video of takao falling over, grabbing his knee, and whining asking you to kiss it to make it feel better. you both decided to send it to midorima and his response was “don’t text me again”. takao posted it on tik tok and only got 10 likes but he was glad that you were one of the 10 to like the post plus himself lmao.

✎MURASAKIBARA was sucking on a lollipop watching ‘big brother’ in the living room . “atsushi! let’s do a tik tok!” his eyes wondered towards your figure. “ehhh? tik tok? okayy” he sluggishly got up and wrapped his arms around your waist. “this is the one i wanna do!”, murasakibara nodded and let go of your waist. you both watched it numerous times to actually get a hang of it. “okay, let’s get started!” atsushi did a small acknowledgement grunt getting in position. it took murasakibara a while to get the dance while you had to encourage him to keep on going. “come on atsushi! just one more” “but sugerrr, im tireddd”. he ended giving up half way and picked up up bridal style, twirling you around. after the video, you posted it not actually thinking that others would see. the next morning you woke up hearing a bunch of dings every second. you opened your phone seeing that the video was apparently on a lot of peoples for you pages. you saw kise’s comment saying ‘wow murasakibaracchi! great video(´∀｀)’ and aomine saying that he was so lazy he that murasakibara gave up half way. you had a soft smile when you saw atsushi’s comment. ‘that’s my sugar :)’. your video got 134k views and 125k likes.

#anime #kise ryouta #knb x reader #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basket headcanons #kurokos basketball #sports anime #takao kazunari #murasakibara atsushi #akashi seijirou #kuroko no basuke #knb #kuroko no basket x reader

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velveticamoon · 3 years

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AOT : HOLIDAY HEADCANONS

these totally weren’t supposed to go up yesterday ahaha-

P.S: this is my first writing post!! i thought it would be an easier transition by writing hc’s, and i got my friend saniya (@bokesaniyaboke) to help me out with writing them, so i hope y’all enjoy :) (enjoy our 2 am chaos-)

i have more writing planned for the future too, and decided that i’ll be writing for:

- attack on titan

- bungou stray dogs

- free!

- fugou keiji: balance unlimited.

don’t be shy to send in your requests, i’m more than happy to do them ;)

anyways, i hope you guys enjoy, let me know if you want more! and to those of you that celebrated, hope you had a merry Christmas :)

LEVI

Decorating the house with him!! Except he’d be trying to get out of doing it at first lol

He’d be pissed about the mess that would come with decorating the house

But if you keep pestering him enough he’ll eventually give in lol

He’d be very meticulous about which decorations go where, but you’re just gonna have to put up with that

Pls don’t complain too much, he really wouldn’t be doing it with anyone else

(in the words of saniya: “ur the only exception be happy about that)

Idk why but i feel like he’d be really good at hanging up the lights?? With the placement and whatnot?

He probably has a very keen aesthetic eye i feel like (saniya: “pinterest but as a person vibes”)

At the end of it, while y’all are sitting on the couch drinking some tea, he quietly mumbles how he likes the work you two did

But you felt like teasing him and he got all huffy and said it louder, obviously calling you a brat right after cuz why wouldn’t he

EREN

Ask him to make gingerbread houses!! pls he’d be so excited about it

He’d even go to the store himself and get all the supplies on his way home and you both wouldn’t waste a minute to start a baby

Look he’d start getting competitive (pls we all know how he is) and would turn it into a competition so be prepared for that lol

But when his gingerbread house falls over he starts getting angry

Proceeds to drive to the company’s factory to break it down in his titan form (there’s no stopping him now)

Gets Armin to join him and they smash the houses in their titan forms together LMFAOFNDND PLEASE IM WHEEZING-

But for real, he’d probably get pouty, and turn into a whiny baby

Don’t call him out on it though he’ll just get even worse lol

Shower him with kisses right after and he’ll be blushy but he’s fine dw about it

He’ll get over himself eventually and then proceed to ask with a boyish grin on his face if you wanna give up and just eat the houses as they are

Y’all end up with stomach aches but it’s fine he makes it a little more bearable :))

MIKASA

Making ornaments (pls it’d be so cutenjdjn)

Saniya: “she would stab me with an ornament and i’d say thank you”

Comfortable silence with a little chatter here and there

Every now and then she rests her head on your shoulder (softie)

Just like Armin, getting super flustered and blushy when you compliment her

She helps hang the ornaments onto the tree and the tree turns out to look so pretty

Would take your hand and sit the two of you on the couch and just admire the tree in silence

It’s so comforting you slowly feel like you’re about to fall asleep

Make her some hot chocolate pls all she really wants is to cherish this atmosphere the two of you have created, all huddled up on the couch together

She’d totally fall asleep cause the girl’s always working in overdrive pls does she even sleep-

Make sure she’s warm alright?? If u don’t i’ll stab you ;)

JEAN

Watches hallmark movies with you, only to make fun of them (romance at it’s finest amirite)

Popcorn fights while watching them

Will get mad when you see a horse and say “look it’s you horse face”

He says the dumbest pick up lines during the movie as an attempt to impress you

“hey y/n, can i have your picture so i can show santa what i want for christmas?”

“jean, we’re literally dating-”

Something romantic will happen in the movie and Jean will continuously ask you to recreate that scene. “y/n can we-“ “if your about to ask me if you can spin me whilst ice skating, then no” “aw :(“

Oh to be spun by jean while ice skating- but that’s not the point

Wrap him up in a blanket while watching the movies, he’ll melt

Call him out on it and he’ll turn into ereh 2.0 (aka another whiny baby)

Jkjk but he’ll definitely try to deny it cuz u know he’s a “biG oL maNLy maN” but he’s a softie ;)

ARMIN

Making holiday cards with him

When you bring up the idea his face lights up instantly it’s the cutest thing omg

I can see him bringing his own supplies to help with getting started

Envelopes, letter paper, markers. Hell, he’ll show up with glitter markers (those things are god-tier istg-)

he gets super flustered and red when you compliment his card

SUCH A CREATIVE BOI

If you mess up on your card he’s totally gonna be there to cheer you up!!

“Hey don’t worry, you can just start on a new one :D”

He probably won’t ask but he lowkey wants the card you messed up on cuz he thinks it’s cute

Makes cards for everyone and then takes you with him to deliver them

Would be really shy at the post office cuz he’s never done this before

*cue you falling even more head over heels for him because he’s just so?? endearing?? it’s insane??*

Eventually, he gets the hang of it and ends up having a really fun time :D

Let him be the one to place the stamps on the envelopes, it’s ~therapeutic~ for him

Overall, he’s probably the best person if you wanna use this as a healing opportunity tbh, the entire day is just filled with the calmest atmosphere one could wish for, and the smiles never leave your faces, even after you’ve finished

CONNIE

Snowball fights w/ our resident baldy jKJKJK

Pls you wouldn’t even plan for it to happen

It just kinda,, did,,

Y’all we’re walking through the park, on your way back from lunch or something

But you decided to make a pit-stop at the park cuz you saw an ice cream truck (do y’all know how rare those are in winter?? I’d be running to get to it pls i have no self-control)

Anyways, other ppl had the same idea, so now y’all were standing in line waiting

As he was looking around, his eyes landed on some other kids throwing snowballs at each other, and ideas started forming in his head uh oh-

And there just so happened to be a pile of snow right next to his feet-

Y’all can probably guess what happened-

“Hey y/n” “yeah-?” *throws it right at your face*

And so the war begins

Two words: S N O W F O R T S. pls ppl would be concerned as they walked by and saw y’all just trying to fucking PUMMEL each other (sounds like fun tho i wanna do it now :( haven’t done it in years pls-)

But you have to stop it before one of you gets hypothermia considering how long y’all have been going at it

Anyways, he’ll buy you a hot chocolate to make up for making you frozen to the bone dw :)

SASHA

Popcorn and cranberry garland

Look away for one second and the popcorn is gone but you don’t really mind

Make sure to bring a second batch of the popcorn because the first one WILL be gone

(maybe even a third stashed away-)

She’s really excited about it tho!! But didn’t expect it to take so long omg

I imagine her to be really clumsy while making them, so pull a move straight out of a cheesy romance movie and help her out while holding her hands ;)

She probably won’t notice what’s going on for a good minute tho

Pls be patient she’s doing her best 😔🤚🏻

But once she does she has the cutest blush on her face pls (i just love her a lot can y’all tell-)

She’ll eventually get the hang of it and you both make really pretty garlands!!

She suggests hanging it up in the bathroom as a snack pls-

HANJI

Caroling with them omfg-

It’s gonna be chaotic

The neighbors hate y’all but its fine

Look man if ur like me and can’t handle people being loud all the time bring earplugs cuz it’s gonna get L O U D

But if you tell them that their screeching is giving you a headache they’ll absolutely tone it down!!

But don’t be surprised when they inevitably forget about that-

But if you're more energetic than I am then have at it ;)

Pls me and my lazy ass could never handle that-

Anyways when y’all reach the houses where they refuse to open the door?? Hanji’s breaking that shit down and hollering into their house at the top of their lungs

Ur literally gonna have to drag them away before someone calls the cops

Moblit pls get over here and collect them I’m begging u dude-

Don’t be surprised if y’all spend the night in jail that’s just how it’s gonna be oops

#these were supposed to go up earlier im so sorry folks-#but these were so fun to make #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #aot headcanons #aot christmas hcs #attack on titan #levi ackerman x reader #eren jeager x reader #mikasa x reader #jean x reader #armin x reader #connie x reader #sasha x reader #hanji x reader

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thembo-for-anime · 4 years

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Hii im back with a request:) what about bakugou getting hit with a quirk that makes him REALLY clingy and soft like- omf THAT WOULD BE SO CUTE. It would be fun if he would be clingy and the bakusquad seeing it and being confused af

GROUCHY

A/N: I may have written two pieces because I just couldn’t stop typing with this idea. First is head canons with the entire Bakusquad and the second is a short one shot with just you and Bakugo.

Pairings: Bakugo x Reader

Wordcount: 1.1k

Warnings: none! just fluff and some PDA

usually getting hit with a villain’s quirk wasn’t that much of a problem for Bakugo since they usually wore off after he knocks them out

but this one seemed to have some residual effects

this frustrated him because he wanted to be in control of himself at all times

it didn’t help that he had already agreed to hang out with the Bakusquad and you after patrol

so he had to show up and be as discreet about the side effects as possible

ten minutes into hanging out and he decides he absolutely hates it with a burning passion

he hates how every part of his body is craving to reach out and touch you

how uncomfortable it felt to keep his hands by his sides

to keep himself away from you

being clingy was one of the things he found annoying so the fact he’s exhibiting those traits makes him want to strangle himself

of course you wouldn’t mind but he couldn’t help but doubt himself

not to mention the Bakusquad was around and he wasn’t going to be soft in front of them

he’s gotta keep his cool image

that no one believes he has but just let him think it

this caused him to become extremely irritated

more so than usual

and E V E R Y O N E noticed

they thought that maybe he just had a bad patrol so they tried cheering him up

he would just scoff and roll his eyes, trying to keep them off of you

trying to keep his mind off of you

but nothing was working

his skin started to feel prickly and he just wanted to hold you so bad

it actually started to physically hurt him to not touch you

so when you reach back to hold his hand he practically melts into a puddle

all the resolve he had from before leaves his body

so much for trying to keep it in control

says a mental “fuck it” before he pulls you back into his arms and holds onto you like you’re a life line

“Ack- Katsuki are you okay?”

although since you were buried in his chest it probably sounded like a jumble of sounds

“I just- I need to hold you”

buries his head in the crook of your neck and lets out a big sigh of relief

the feeling of you against him washes away the prickly uncomfortable sensation which only encourages him to hold onto you more

THIS MAKES YOU MELT

he’s not really one to tell you things like that unprompted or show big PDA

especially with friends around, who most definitely could see/hear you

after a bit of time you go to pull away but he mumbles something about how he’s not done

your face starts getting a bit flush with the increasing awareness of the fact that most of your friends have turned back to see why you two stopped so suddenly

but he just pouts as you try to wiggle out of his loving embrace

YEAH ACTUALLY POUTING

“Baby, we’re still out with our friends”

“I don’t care about them, I just want you”

GOD THIS MAN-

Kirishima would have to help pry him off of you

this makes Bakugo whine and reach for you again

GRABBY HANDS GRABBY HANDS GRABBY HAN-

Mina is taking so many videos for later because they’d surely NEVER see him like this again and she needed to savor this moment forever

Sero and Denki are just laughing their asses off at his antics

“Pft- holy crap what happened to the Big Bad Bakugo?!”

“AHHAH I don’t know -wheeze- mans pride really said gn streaks”

“SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU BEFORE I KILL YOU!”

but his threats are emptier than Mineta’s head a crushed soda can :)

defo holds you from behind with his head on your shoulder while he yells at them

Mina pats him on the head and says “Aww I think it’s cute Bakugo”

HOMEBOY CLOSES HIS EYES AND HUMS BEFORE HE REALIZES WHAT HE’S DONE

everyone slowly realizes that this is their one opportunity to give Bakugo all their love and affection without him murdering them

cue everyone hugging onto him and he’s too content to really yell at them

he’d still pretend to be grumpy about it just because he’s desperately trying to hold onto his cool guy image

eventually you all come up with a system to keep Bakugo happy while y’all hang out

he latches onto one person until they get tired then trade off with the next

“It’s like taking care of a baby”

“I’M NO BABY!”

I HAD TO WRITE OUT AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT SCENE WITH JUST YOU AND BAKUGO BECAUSE I COULDN’T GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD

“Fuckin-” You’re caught off guard by Bakugo’s cursing as he slams open the front door a bit too harshly. A slight cracking noise from the wall seemed to irritate him even more causing the vein on his forehead to strain under his skin. “Just perfect,” he mutters bitterly to himself.

“Katsuki is everything alright?” you ask, concern slipping into your voice as you get up from the couch.

Growling he walks past you. “Everything is just peachy,” he says through gritted teeth before moving towards the kitchen.

Letting out a small laugh, you stroll up to his back—which refused to turn around so that you couldn’t see his face—before wrapping your arms around his torso. “Somebody’s grouchy,” you remark before kissing between his shoulder blades.

Your embrace was warm and inviting, everything Bakugo had been trying to avoid. With that stupid villain’s quirk he wasn’t sure how it was going to effect him. An emotional manipulation quirk, it was explained to him later, that allowed that stupid villain to give or take away emotions. He was worried that it might cause him to do something that would’ve hurt you. That’s why he tried to keep his distance. But it was so hard with how understanding you were, how you always wanted to talk things out if there was a problem, how you always tried to understand what he really meant to say instead of taking the brash words that flew from his mouth at face value. He honestly didn’t even deserve you.

Now usually at this point, Bakugo would throw out some comment about how he’s perfectly fine or even that it was you who was the one that was grouchy, but for the moment he stayed silent.

In fact, he stopped his movement completely which started to worry you. That is until he leaned back into your hold and brought your hand up to his mouth, giving it a gentle kiss. “Katsu are you okay?” you ask before he finally turns around, his hold on your hand replaced quickly by the other.

“Yeah I just...I got hit by some dumbass villain's stupid quirk and…” he trails off mumbling something into your palm that you couldn’t quite make out.

“What was that?”

Your question seems to agitate him even more, causing his cheeks to flush a deeper red. “I said it’s making me feel...needy,” he answers, almost sounding disgusted by himself. You can’t help the laugh that slips from your mouth at his confession. “Are you making fun of me?!” he growls.

“No baby, I- pft, no it’s just, you’re making it sound like it’s the end of the world,” you say looking up at him with an amused smile.

He grumbles as he crosses his arms, before immediately becoming uncomfortable from the lack of contact. “It’s just- It’s so uncool,” he mutters before you reach for his arms. He lets you uncross them—almost gladly— as you rewrap them around yourself. Letting out a sigh of relief, he settles his hand below the hem of your shirt and starts rubbing his thumb up and down against the now visible skin of your torso.

“Katsuki look at me,” you say, threading your hands through his hair. Almost absentmindedly, he leans his head into your hand and looks up at you with the gentlest gaze you’ve ever seen. One that held no trace of irritation in his normally intense stare, no cocky grin, just a look of pure unadulterated affection. “I love you for you, okay? No quirk could ever make me love you less. Is that understood?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He nods his head slowly before whispering something you would’ve missed had you two not been standing so close together.

“Can you say it again?”

You take a moment to understand what he’s asking, but once you do you comply with his request. Bringing both hands to rest on his cheeks you repeat yourself, “I love you.”

“Again.”

Letting out a small laugh, you bring him into a soft kiss before pulling back so that you could rest your forehead on his. “I love you Katsuki, with all my heart.”

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wolfling06 · 3 years

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Tickle hcs pt. 2

on with Senpai and Spirit to start us off!

Senpai is one of the biggest lees out there and everyone at the school knows when he’s in a mood. he is quite the opposite of what you might expect. his clothes aren’t always properly tucked or tied (i.e; his shirt and tie) but, when in ‘the mood’ he will freshen those up. his tie put on right and with immaculate form, along with his shirt, not a wrinkle or loos fold in sight. thats the green flag for everyone else to wreck his shit.

he has a very goofy laugh but covers it with a fake laugh he tries to hide. his real laugh goes everywhere and is FILLED with squeaks and squeals, along with the occasional snort. his hips and sides are big spots for him and he bounces in place a LOT. he might halfheartedly bat at your hands but that’s about it. he is a very wiggly worm lol

as a ler he’s very teasy and ruthless he will take pleasure in making his lee squeal and squirm before he even touches them! “aww, why so giggly? i’m not even touching you!” “aww lookit you, so filled with laughter, your filled to the brim with it! we gotta chase all the laughter out of you!” very playful and teasy and just- asdfghjk

on to Spirit!

he, being a non physical being, he can’t really be touched and isnt accustomed to it in general, let alone tickling. so he was very surprised when he found out he is fully capable of ticklishness. quite, in fact.

he shares a link with Senpai that allows him to feel what he feels. you get the jist.

(directed at the ler, about to give Senpai a tickle jumpscare) “what are you doing to Senpa-AAAAEEEEIIIII!!!!!”

basically a 2 birds 1 stone deal here. do with that as you will. the other students can only hear him if he wants them to. otherwise it’s just Senpai.

his own spots are different from Senpai’s

but, given he doesnt have a body..

makes it hard to keep track of them. but that isnt too bad given he is ticklish all over!

Tankman Time!!

it is cononical that he wheezes so do with that as you will

very much a fighter when tickled, that man can bruise some shit if your not careful.

Steve found that out the hard way..

very loud and bellowing laughter. deep and rumbling with wheezy cackles.

his sides and ribs are a deathspot i shit you not

and of course, when all else fails, he’ll start begging for his life.

he coughs some in between laughs but dont be too concerned, sometimes he’ll do that for affect. you would be able to tell if it were genuine and when he needs a break to breathe

as a ler he wrecks SHIT

he gives off chaotic dad energy so there’s no way in HELL that he wont be using said energy to his advantage. from teasing to laughing with you, he would be enjoying it as much as you would be (dont lie >:))

some of his teases might come off as taunts (like in the game) but he doesn’t mean any real harm and is careful of what he says.

“heh, damn your just all OVER the place! i’ve gotta keep an eye on ya or you might wiggle away!”

“was that a snort? how cute~ i didnt know id’d be tickling a lil piggie today, what a surprise~”

yea, rest yo ass in pieces if he decides to tickle you

thats all for now! im thinking about doing some more in the future but we shall see. maybe some Tabi or Agoti hcs? give me some ideas or hc of your own if y’all got any!

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hypnoticwinter · 3 years

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Down the Rabbit Hole part 22

“You come…here again?”

“I know we said we wouldn’t,” the Sergeant says slowly, putting great care into his enunciation, “but it’s important.”

“Im…por…tant?”

“Yes. We have –“

“This…many more,” the copepod says, waggling three massive fingers at him. The Sergeant is silent for a moment.

“I don’t understand,” he says finally.

“You kill…this many…more,” the copepod grunts. I can hear it breathing, vast wheezing noises like the space in between notes on a bagpipe. “This many more…since you said…you would leave.”

The Sergeant sighs. “They attacked us outside of the barrows. The ones they attacked had no choice but to defend themselves.”

“This…the…end, four-arms?”

I frown, glance over at Elena. “Four-arms?” I mutter. She leans in closer to me.

“Their word for us. They haven’t got any legs so they don’t really grasp the distinction between a leg and an arm.”

I nod, staring down at the screen on my camera. The copepod looks far too glossy but with the gloves on the suit I don’t really have the dexterity to fiddle with it and I don’t want to take them off presently, so it’ll just have to be glossy. I look over at the two copepods that had come in earlier, still lurking behind the Big Guy like statues, clinging to the wall in positions that look as though they could push off and dart at us with absolutely minimal effort.

The rest of the team seems very relaxed, though; nobody, not even Crookshank, has their rifles up to cover the copepods. “Do y’all come down here often?” I ask.

Elena shakes her head. “I’ve only been down here once before, and that was about a year ago.” Her eyes flick over to Peter. “Investigating a missing person.”

I think of several possible responses to that but bite them all back. None of them would be helpful, and at any rate my impulse to defend Peter has withered a little over the last few days. Probably just the hormones talking. Maybe if I didn’t get such a big damn case of the warm fuzzies whenever I so much as look at Elena –

“The end of what?” the Sergeant asks. The copepod gestures, a vague, open-handed, sweeping motion. It’s a terrifically human gesture and for a moment I stare, wondering, then its segmented mouthparts judder to life again and that horrible, inhuman voice issues forth from them again and some poor pattern-recognizing part of my brain gets whiplash from the disjointedness of it.

“How we…end. Many…spawnings since we…meet, four-arms, and now…there is not…enough…to eat. If we…leave…to hunt, you…kill us.”

The Sergeant starts to say something, but the copepod slams a fist into the ground. Next to me I feel Elena flinch, and on the far wall of the chamber one of the other copepods cocks its head.

“We are hungry,” it tells the Sergeant, and something about the way it says those three simple words strikes me like a lightning bolt, passing all the way through my stomach and out my tailbone. My hands are shaking lightly and part of me wants to panic, wants to be out of here right now, but I close my eyes and swallow hard and force myself to be calm.

The Sergeant, to his credit, doesn’t even blink. “We’re here to talk about that.”

The copepod is silent. It reaches up with its hand and rubs at its face lightly, in a motion that reminds me of a fly cleaning its compound eyes. “Don’t…believe you,” it wheezes eventually.

“We are. We’re planning to start bringing food down for – for your people. But we need something in return.”

I glance over at the crystal again. It’s a good thing we brought Joker; I don’t know how we would have gotten it out of here if he weren’t here to carry it.

The copepod rolls its head back and makes a strange, scratchy, rhythmic noise, that I recognize after a moment as laughter.

“You make…us starve, then…come with…solution…to problem…you made? And…you want…trade…for it?”

I hear the Sergeant sigh, watch him look up at the ceiling. I’m impressed at how well he’s doing so far, especially considering (unless I have egregiously misread him) that he’s a soldier, not a diplomat. But now the copepod has handed him a real zinger.

“We never meant to hurt you,” he says. The copepod shifts lightly, the spongy floor creaking under its ponderous bulk. “There has been a long and bloody history between us and I wish it weren’t that way. I wish that things had been different, so many years ago when the first one of us had met the first one of you. I wish we had known to leave you alone and not interfere with your way of life. But the past can’t be changed, all we can do is try to right what wrongs we can.”

“What…you want?”

The Sergeant points to the crystal. “That,” he says. The copepod looks over at it and then reaches out and drags it, one handed, using what seems to be practically no effort, out from behind the pile.

“Not…for trade.”

“Not even for regular supplies of food?”

“Not…for anything.”

“Nothing at all?”

The copepod stops and looks at us. Its eyes seem to fix on something.

“Give me…that,” it says, pointing, and we all turn and stare at Crookshank, who the Sergeant had given his rifle to and who is now carrying both of them, somewhat awkwardly, beneath his armpits. He looks perturbed for a moment before he realizes and unlimbers one of them and sets the stock of it into the floor. I can see the muscles in the great knotty bulge of the Sergeant’s jaw working before he turns back around.

“Absolutely not,” he says.

“Too…bad.”

The Sergeant very clearly doesn’t know what to say, and then after a moment throws in the towel. “Alright,” he says. “Give me a minute, I have to ask.”

Then he turns around and takes a couple of respectful steps away before reaching down to his radio and calling Makado.

“They want what?” she groans, after he’s told her the news. The rest of us, listening in over the squad link, cast glances at each other but remain silent.

“One of the slug rifles,” he repeats. “I told him that we’d bring them regular shipments of food instead but he didn’t go for it.”

I hear Makado curse under her breath.

“You told them we’d bring them food? Goddam it,” she mutters. “You didn’t have any authority to –“

“Veret,” the Sergeant snaps, his voice barely edging on civil. “We don’t have time for this –“

“You expect me,” she hisses, her voice mingling with the static, “to give you the go-ahead to give them a fucking slug rifle? Why don’t we also turn off the sonic traps and leave the seal unlocked on the way out?”

“What do you want me to do, then?”

The copepod is watching this one-sided conversation with interest. The Sergeant’s voice is low and sharp but I’m sure the copepod can still hear some of what he’s saying. Its vocabulary seems fairly good but as for how much it understands…

“You said there’s only three of them in there right now, right?” Makado asks. I see the Sergeant shake his head.

“Absolutely not,” he says. “No way.”

“Sergeant,” Makado starts. I can hear a note of steel buried somewhere deep in her voice. “We need that crystal.”

“I’m going to give him the damn gun,” he tells her. Somewhere miles above us Makado slams her hand on her desk.

“Do not –“

“I am not,” the Sergeant says, very quietly, “letting any more of my people die down here today. There are three copepods in here, and fifty within two hundred yards, and a hundred within a mile, and they all are going to come running the instant we fire one of these guns.”

Makado is silent for a moment. “Fine,” she says. Her voice is hard enough to cut glass. “One rifle, no mags.”

“Fine.”

The channel cuts out with a resounding click. Elena and I trade glances; I can tell from her face that she’s never heard Makado that angry before.

The Sergeant reaches out for Crookshank’s rifle wordlessly and Crookshank hurries forward and hands it to him. The copepods on the walls draw in a little closer. I can see them practically twitching with anticipation, waiting for one of us to make the wrong move. The Sergeant turns, the slug rifle held in one hand, the barrel toward the ceiling. The copepod reaches out for it and the Sergeant places it gently in the thing’s hand.

Next to me I feel Elena shift her grip on her own rifle. The copepod looks down at the rifle in its hand for a long while.

“You should have taken the food,” the Sergeant tells it. The copepod in turn makes a snorting, chuffing noise. Then it closes its fist over the gun and with a sound like a groan of relief it bends and breaks. The bolt pops out and whizzes off somewhere in the darkness and the slugs pour from the ruined breach of the rifle like marbles, five of them clunking dully to the fleshy floor and rolling someplace out of sight. It tosses the bent frame of the rifle aside, and it clatters into the pile of junk and detritus and causes a small avalanche. The Sergeant steps back, eyes wary.

Then the copepod reaches over and shoves the crystal towards him. Its sharp spikes stick in the floor a little and leave bloody gouges in their wake. Whatever is inside it casting that green glow shifts lightly, with a kind of exaggerated slowness to it like it were floating in oil, and I glance down at the camera, make sure it’s in focus.

“Take…it,” the Big Guy tells us, and I can see by the look on the Sergeant’s face that he has a lot of questions he wants to ask, but instead of asking them he turns and gestures to Euler and after a little bit of prodding Euler manages to walk Joker forwards and find a decent place to grasp the crystal firmly, and then it picks it up.

One of the robot’s joints groans under the strain and Euler quickly prods at the joystick and it freezes, but after a few moments for he shrugs and continues twiddling, and Joker hefts the crystal like it were nothing and marches, a little unsteadily, back to us.

The copepod, meanwhile, has turned, rolling its enormous bulk delicately past us, and, with the assistance of one of the other copepods, which puts its arms on the Big Guy’s sides and is helping push, slithers out of the room. The audience, apparently, is over.

We all look around at each other but nobody feels any need to speak. There’s nothing to say. Crookshank is looking wistfully at the rifle on the ground, the barrel twisted like a piece of straw, but as we all begin to file out of the organelle and back into the snaking outer vent that got us there, Elena squeezes my hand firmly and I believe for a moment, just a moment, that everything might work out alright.

* * *

Elena twists around sharply and stares back into the darkness, her rifle low and ready. I peer backwards anxiously, then glance at her.

“What is it?”

She shakes her head, holds a hand up to me. “Shh,” she tells me.

Behind us the rest of the group marches onwards. There’s a distinct sense of relief in the air. Many of them, I realized belatedly, had expected that we were going to our deaths, that we were going to have to try to take the crystal by force. Ellis thought so for sure; his smile is unbearably bright and the Sergeant has had to tell him to shut up multiple times on the journey out, but his enthusiasm is so overflowing that he can’t shut up, he just keeps babbling on about whatever is in his head, what he’s going to do when he gets back to the surface, how nice it’ll be to have fresh air, so on and so on.

Elena is standing there quite still, her head cocked to one side. I listen but I can’t hear anything, and I start to tug at her sleeve, thinking that –

Wait.

I thought for a moment that I might have heard something, something very far away, but it was the sort of quiet, subtle noise that is hard to notice even in dead silence, and our current environment is very far from that. Everything down here seems to make noise; it’s a little like being in a forest in the middle of a windstorm. Instead of trees creaking and groaning and leaves scattering and wind rushing, you have the tramp tramp tramp of metal-plated feet, and the corresponding squelches of cleat sticking into the floor and the equally horrible meaty slurping sound with each step as they come unstuck. Then on top of that there’s groans and moans and straining noises. If you put your ear to someone’s stomach after they’ve just eaten you might get a sense of what it’s like, except fifty times louder and without anything in the way. The hallways shift around you, little wriggles of convulsive muscle movement going through them, and the noise is concurrent with the size and force of the muscles doing the moving. But there is a difference between the shrieking of a taut muscle and the shrieking of something in pain, far off in the distance, perhaps…

Elena leans in very sharply and reaches out with a balled fist and smacks the quick-release on the side of my helmet. The visor jets up and instantly the fetid smell of the Pit assaults me. My eyes start to water. “What the fuck,” I start to blurt, but Elena puts a gloved hand over my mouth. Her eyes are very clear and very bright; she’s already popped her own helmet so she can talk to me clearly.

“Listen to me, Roan,” she says, her eyes glancing over to the side and back the way we came before flicking over to me again. “If something happens down here, you stick to me like glue. Got it?”

I start to say something but she gives me a dangerous look and I swallow hard. “Got it,” I say.

“Okay, good,” she says. She flashes me a quick grin but I can tell she’s just giving me lip service, just from the way her eyes jump like roulette balls, scanning the surroundings even as she reaches over and flips my visor back into place. I had started to ask – well, I don’t know what I was going to ask. Probably something useless, some infantile plea for assurance that we were going to be okay. Clearly we aren’t if Elena is spooked like this. I look ahead of her at the rest of the team; they’re wary but not as wary as she is.

“Elena, what’s wrong?” I ask her, taking a hold of her arm, and she looks over at me and starts to answer, and then everything goes to hell.

Behind us I hear the sound I thought I had heard before, except much louder and clearer – a chittering shriek of either pain or rage, or perhaps some of both. Something about the tone makes me think it’s a copepod. The scream is cut off halfway through, and then we hear other screams, loud gurgling ululations, echoing through the vents. Everyone is yelling, everyone’s rifles are coming up very quickly, heads are whipping around and scattering the broad angry cones of headlamp light across the wet, glistening walls. The shrieks and cries are reaching a crescendo and it seems impossible that we can’t see any copepods at the present moment.

The side of the vent bulges inward suddenly and I see a long tapered mass move by, like a throat swallowing, and I realize that it must have been a copepod, sliding past as quickly as its resin-coated carapace will allow.

Elena has her hand under my arm and is tugging me along as quickly as we can go. I am deathly afraid I’m going to trip and fall and splatter face-first into the wet, bloody floor; I’m not digging in the cleats all the way, there isn’t time to with the way she’s rushing me. I want to reach down and pull out my sidearm but I don’t trust myself to keep ahold of it if I were to.

I can see a flickering glance of Euler’s face, bringing up the rear behind us, feverishly punching buttons on the controller and working the joystick. He looks frightened and I feel suddenly and incongruously bad for Euler, because he clearly has hated this place from the second he came down here, and it’s only his job that’s making him do it, and now he, and probably all of us, are going to die because of it.

I remember Makado very seriously considering us just opening up on the Big Guy, on the king of the copepods or whatever the hell the hierarchy is down here, just because he wanted a gun instead of just giving us the crystal. The wan green light is still pressing tightly against my back from where Joker has the damn thing clenched tight in his metal hands, and I feel my lip curling and realize that maybe Elena is right, maybe Makado is out of line, maybe she’s let her – her obsession with making sure that the Pit doesn’t hurt anything and anyone else lead her to some bad decisions. Or maybe –

There’s a shriek behind us, sounding terribly close now. Elena and I look back, as does Euler, but we still can’t see anything.

I have never felt so helpless in my life. If a copepod comes out of nowhere and snatches me right now, that would be it, I’d be done for. I don’t want to even pretend that Elena would turn everyone around and get them to come charging back into certain doom to save my skinny ass. I can imagine the conversation now: “Oh yeah, El, sure we know you were getting your pussy eaten by that frail little skeleton girl from admin but no way in hell we’re risking our neck for her, capisce?”

All it would take, I figure, is for one of them to dart up from behind, where our visibility is the worst, grab my leg, and then reverse and zoom out of sight. They can move so quickly down here it doesn’t seem real. It’s like the way seals move, fluttering around on the ice on their bellies, tucked down and torpedo-shaped, their arms slicked back against their sides unless they’re reaching forward to dig in with their blunt, ichor-caked fingertips, adding momentum, whipping around hairpin turns.

A crazy thought strikes me as I stumble again and Elena wrenches me back to my feet – being a copepod must be like living in a funhouse where everything is a slide. I almost start to laugh but I shove it back down, deep down.

It happens very quickly. There is a loud chittering screech from ahead of us and we both whip around. There in front, clinging to the ceiling of the vent, is a slender copepod, slithering towards us hand over hand. When someone’s headlamp – I think it’s Fumi – strikes it in the face it shrieks and falls on him and one of the guns roars and even though my earplugs are in it is louder than loud, the flash from the muzzle is like the sun, and I think I shriek in terror and surprise and then I really do fall, but Elena, angel that she is, is there to pull me back to my feet.

While I’ve been face-down on the floor someone has shot the copepod a little off-center, and a hole as big around as my fist is half-heartedly gushing a chunky, glutinous white ichor. The copepod’s arms and fins are fluttering and we all give it a wide berth, hustling towards the exit.

It is such a long way off, though, and that copepod was only the first of many. Once we shot the first one there was no going back, and the air quickly turned smoky and foul with the cordite stench of gunfire. It’s impossible to hear anything besides rage-filled animal screeches and the great pounding thud every time someone fires off one of the guns. The pounding and the sharp crackling report melds together in my head and it sounds as though there is an idiot child pounding on a giant drum, having a temper tantrum, right next to me.

Elena tugs me onward. A copepod breaks into the center of our formation and brings its titan fist down in an arc, and though it is pinioned by rifle fire and dies twitching its fist still hurtles downwards and impacts square on Ellis’ head. He falls like a tree and there is cursing over the radio link and someone very close is screaming Ellis’ name and it takes me a moment to realize that it’s me, that I’m the one heaving out his name like it were vomit and staring back at his body, splayed spread-eagle on the ground, his visor shattered, part of his spine jutting through the thick fabric at the back of the neck of the suit. The copepod had hit him so hard that some part of him broke, and his head was forced downward, crushing his neck.

After that I consciously observe very little. It’s like my mind retreats into some dark corner of the inside of my skull and sits there in a huddle weeping while whatever animal, lizard part of me takes the reins is utterly unfazed by everything. I remember little flashes here and there, lit by gunfire; I remember copepods like enamel-white cruise missiles, darting in from barely-seen slits in the walls, their hands reaching for me, Elena slashing at them desperately with her knife; I remember Fumi’s bearded face, drawn and ashen, down on one knee slamming another magazine into his rifle and the sound it made when he pulled the bolt back was like glass shattering; I remember vast white fingers wrapping around Crookshank’s thick waist and jerking him off of his feet and whisking him away into the darkness while everyone twisted and shot haphazardly, trying not to hit him. His face I remember particularly, for it was wide and frightened and for a moment I thought I could see the little boy he’d once been, peering out at me from inside the man’s body and wordlessly begging me to save him, but of course I couldn’t. I had joined in, snatching the pistol from my waist and squeezing off every shot in the magazine back into the darkness behind us. I don’t think I hit anything, other than the walls of the vent, leaving bleeding puncture-marks and a haze of smoke. Then Elena yanked me off of my feet again in her hurry to get us out of there and I had dropped the gun. I cried out for it but there was no helping it, we were long gone.

Our numbers dwindle one by one, first Ellis then Crookshank. I don’t see Klaus get taken; he just disappears in the frantic haze of gunsmoke and flashlight blur, and everyone is calling out for him. I remember the Sergeant barking, his voice like sandpaper, that Klaus is gone, his vitals aren’t registering, just go, and us all going.

I remember seeing Joker, seeing snippets of Joker, rather, caught strobelike in the lights, battering aside a copepod, flashing a gunmetal-grey arm out to block one from reaching for Euler, the crystal set aside on the ground for a moment to give the machine a greater range of motion. I see its fingers fix around the wrist of the copepod and then twist and with a piercing cry of rage the thing draws its hand back, clutching at the bloody, spurting stump where its hand had been, the shock of it giving Joker the moment of hesitation it needed in order to bound towards the copepod and slam its metal fist through the tough but brittle exoskeleton and submerge up to its elbow in the copepod’s guts. It pulls out a handful of slime and then closes its mechanical fist and pounds the copepod in the head and silences its screeching. Then –

“Roan, we have to go!” Elena screams from next to me, but I don’t hear her, I’ve stopped, or almost stopped, turned half around, walking precariously backwards.

There is something looming in the darkness behind Joker, something decidedly not a copepod. Joker’s head whips around, some sort of sensor or scanner detecting the movement, and the floodlights built into the machine’s face illuminate the writhing, terrible bulk of the Leechman, standing there in a slump on two wormy, leech-filled feet, shiny and slick and horrible. I let out a wordless cry and Elena looks back at me and sees it too and stops, I can hear her words die in her throat.

The Leechman is enormous, its height and bulk so immense that it seems to fill the entire breadth of the vent with a solid wall of squirming leeches. Joker cocks its arm back as Euler goggles up at the monstrosity lurking, head cocked at an inquisitive angle, staring down at the metal toy in front of it.

Then before Joker can throw the punch the Leechman reaches down and envelops the machine in one massive appendage. I can see metal cracking, rivulets of rust and slime trickling down Joker’s armored legs. It manages to grab one of the leeches and crush it in its fist but then the Leechman tightens its grasp and one of Joker’s arms pops off, sparking all the way down until it thuds on the corridor floor. Elena is tugging at me but I can’t move, I can’t think, I can only watch, mute, praying the camera is getting all of this, as it scoops up Euler as well in the other arm. He tries to run but doesn’t get anywhere, the arm stretching out after him and nabbing him, tendrils of leeches knotted or grown together slipping over him. I can see them biting into him, forcing themselves into him, and when he opens his mouth to scream they pour inside and he chokes and sputters and then they close over him and he is gone.

The Leechman tosses Joker to the side and he clatters to the ground like a mannequin, the roll-bars on his ribcage bent and shattered, his head dented and compressed. He rolls once then lies still.

Then, with barely a glance in our direction – if it even has eyes, if it even has anything to sense with as I understand the word – the Leechman reaches down and picks up the crystal, and stomps off down the vent. It is such a banal, normal motion that I almost burst out laughing, but I get the feeling that if I let myself laugh I will keep laughing and laughing until everything falls out of me and I’m left empty and echoing.

Ahead of us someone shoots again and a copepod screeches. I turn to see it, darting in, fins streamlined and tucked against its body, spewing ichor from one double-fisted hole in its carapace, a grazing wound, apparently, as it tugs Peter off his feet and down beneath it. I scream his name and start to rush forward but Elena blocks me, then steadies her rifle, but before she can fire the copepod pushes off and bears him struggling into the darkness.

“Goddam it!” I shriek and start after him, but Elena tugs me back and pushes me forward so hard that I go sprawling onto my knees. I cast her a furious glance and scramble to my feet but before I can say something cutting and hurtful that I’ll probably regret, even if Peter’s just been fucking snapped up by a copepod, the Sergeant calls from ahead of us to hurry the fuck up, it’s time to leave, ladies, and I look ahead and see something that makes my jaw drop and my heart do flips in my chest – there ahead of us is the vast metal retaining wall that blocks off the barrows from the rest of the Pit, and there in the center of it is the great reinforced door, standing open and letting a flood of light pour in.

I look at Elena and take her offered hand and she has tears in her eyes but she isn’t faltering, not even for a moment, and in that instant whatever anger I could have felt at her is gone, utterly gone.

Behind us a copepod shrieks and then Fumi – oh, thank god, at least Fumi made it – fires at it, and the slug passes so close to me that I can feel the wind even through the suit, and then we, Elena and I, her arm around me urging me forward and keeping me upright, make it to the door in what feels like an instant, and once we’re through the Sergeant slams it closed and spins the wheel to lock it.

And then, having nothing else sensible to do, I fall to the ground and start to cry.

* * *

I’ve got my helmet off and my sleeves rolled up. My gloves are lying on my stomach. Elena is running her hand softly through my hair and my eyes are a little puffy and sore but I’ve stopped crying. My nose, also, is becoming a little less stuffed, but that means I can smell the Pit again, so it’s a mixed blessing.

Elena’s been crying too but somehow I think she’s pulled it off more gracefully than I have. Instead of bawling and letting it all out in one go she’s managed to keep it down to a mute trickle. Every now and then she wipes at her eyes again and I squeeze her hand tighter for a moment and she squeezes mine back.

Ten minutes ago she’d leant in and held me very tight, even at the awkward angle she could manage, there on the ground, and I could feel in her a shuddering relief, an ease of tension. The copepods had stopped banging on the door ten minutes before that, and we had heard soft slithering sounds as they had retreated, and then we were alone in the silence.

I don’t feel like I’m alive. I don’t feel like I really made it out of there, I feel like a ghost, like I’m looking down from a great height at this slim, dark-haired girl in an ugly orange suit laying on the fleshy floor, looking beat-up and tired and done with this shit but not in a determined way, more like a resigned, given-up, “okay just keep rolling over me, fucking whatever” kind of way.

The Sergeant is quietly arguing with Makado about ten feet away. I’ve turned off my radio so I can’t hear her, just him, one-sided and quietly serious, his face like an Easter Island statue. Moa? Moai? Maui? I should look up the word. I should know something like that.

“Klaus, Crookshank. Ellis is dead for sure, we saw it. Euler. Fumi is okay, Roan’s okay, Elena is okay.”

A pause, then he closes his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

I can hear a tinny scream from all the way over here, of terrible rage that turns to grief partway through, and I know from the sound of it that she’s asked about Peter. I look at Elena and she looks at me.

“Are you okay?” she mouths at me, which is a question so incredibly dumb given the situation that my immediate instinct is to roll my eyes at her. Then it strikes me how incredibly understated just rolling my eyes would be and I nearly start crying again, and she sees it on my face and immediately her whole face shifts. She leans in and the sheer amount of care there does a strange thing to me and I bite my lip hard and reach out for her and put my hand to her cheek, and she kisses my palm despite how sweaty and gross it must be and I allow myself the indulgence of one brief moment to feel utterly, stupendously, selfishly relieved that her and I both are okay.

I again want to tell her something I know I shouldn’t but I stop myself. “No,” the Sergeant is saying, meanwhile. “No, we didn’t get the crystal.”

I hear another, quieter outburst from the other end, and the Sergeant holds the radio a little further away from his ear. “Joker’s fucked,” he says patiently. “As is Euler.”

“The Leechman got the crystal,” I call. My voice is scratchy. I cough, clear my throat and then repeat myself. “I saw it,” I add.

“Me too,” Elena nods, glancing at me. “Roan’s right, it was the Leechman.”

The Sergeant glances at us for a moment, probably wondering if our judgment can be trusted at the present moment, then nods and repeats what we’ve just told him to Makado. I hear a tiny sound of something shattering as if thrown and then the radio clicks off with a screech. The Sergeant sticks it back into his belt holster with a sigh and looks over at us. Fumi hasn’t said a word since we made it through the barrier; he’s slumped against the wall with his head in his hands. He looks up and when I can see his face it’s as though he’s a different person – that aura of impenetrable cool he’d maintained so elegantly up until now is utterly shattered.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” the Sergeant tells us, and after a moment Elena nods and gets to her feet and helps me up and then we get the fuck out of there.

We make our way through Oyster’s Shame and up the Cord. It is, insanely, four in the afternoon, which seems so banal and impossible to me that I nearly start laughing when Elena tells me the time. It feels like it’s about 13 in the evening or so.

We take frequent breaks, rest our legs and our hearts. There is less of a sense of urgency now, and the Sergeant doesn’t care as much what we do as long as we all stay together. Even so we don’t talk much. There’s nothing to say, or maybe there’s too much.

When we get to the top of the Cord the Sergeant looks back at us, pausing before he opens the door. It looks like he’s going to say something, but he stops, shakes his head minutely, and throws it open. The light from the harsh fluorescents pours down on him and for a moment all I can see is a silhouette.

Then a gunshot rings out from the vent behind him and the Sergeant takes one step forward, totters and falls. He lands hard on the metal grating of the floor and doesn’t move. A red pinprick brightens in the middle of his back, just on the other side of where his heart would have been.

I hear rattling from the staircase below as Fumi somehow manages to spur himself into action and sprint down it, taking the stairs two at a time. Before Elena or I can force ourselves to move, a figure steps into view. It holds a very big revolver and it’s aimed straight at me. Elena and I glance at each other and then raise our hands shakily into the air, and the figure cocks its head lightly, and as my eyes adjust to the light I can see it grin. Then I can see more of its face and I feel my mouth drop open as I start to say its name.

“Surprise,” Erica Walken says.

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I highly enjoy all of your stories! Can’t wait for an update! You are an amazing writer! <3 <3 <3

Aaaaaa thank you so much!!! This ask made me so happy💙💙💙💙

Not sure when im gonna be able to update, so here’s a deleted snippet from the Grasshopper dorms to help till then:

Ochako clatters her way down the stairwell shortly after four in the mourning with no care or regard for who may hear her. If Hagakure is right and there are ghosts in these buildings, then that's their problem. Any and all spirits are trapped in here with Ochako, not the other way around. Also, she wants to make haunted friends.

So she’s going to make tea.

Every night.

For her ghost friends who she hasn’t met yet but will, just wait and see, Tsu.

The common room is not as empty as she had hoped. It’s disappointing. What kind of self-respecting ghost is going to appear in front of two people and a cat? Theres no drama in that, no intrigue. Cats don't respect anyone regardless of mortal status.

Regardless, Hitoshi is melting into the couch and barely reacts to her arrival. He apparently didn’t sleep at all last night, and solved that by downing a truly obscene amount of caffeine to make it through the day. Ochako had counted the energy drink cans and sorted them into groups of five while Izuku bore witness with the air of someone who has seen and done much, much worse. He probably has.

It’s now Saturday morning, so. Small mercies. Ochako approaches cautiously, and takes the lack of glaring as permission to pet the cat.

Hitoshi acknowledges this with a dull stare.

“Hey, you know that a cat’s cheeks are called the peanut pouch?” Ochako boops Beans on the nose and makes a delighted noise when the cat’s cheeks poof up even more. “It’s the little circles of floof on either side of his nose.”

Hitoshi’s eyes widen to twice their size. “What,” he squeaks with rare emotion that can only be summoned through thirty-six hours of continuous consciousness.

“A peanut pouch.”

“Oh my God,” Hitoshi whispers, barely holding back tears. Beans gets up and resettles down on Hitoshi’s lap. He pets the cat with utmost gentleness. “I know now.”

Ochako sits next to him on the couch to watch this new exciting breakdown with all the delight it deserves. “Are you crying?”

“It’s the serotonin,” Hitoshi croaks through tears and barely-suppressed laughter. “Hey. Hey, Beans, did- did you know? You have peanuts pouches.”

“A peanut pouch.”

“You have a pouch-“ Hitoshi manages before laughter bubbles up and he has to stop and breathe before carrying on. “You have a pouch for peanuts.”

“Just one,” Ochako corrects. She had no idea telling Hitoshi the scientifically inaccurate name for a cat’s cheeks would result in nearly breaking him, but it’s certainly worth it. At least this appears to be a good mental breakdown. Some moments need to be recorded for prosperity, so Ochako dutifully bears the title of archivist. She opens her phone’s camera.

“It’s because his whisker-cheeks look like a peanut,” Ochako says, hoping to prompt a further breakdown. She is not disappointed when Hitoshi wheezes a laugh and hugs Beans shakily. Beans wheezes mid-purr, prompting further hysterics.

“You have a pouch,” Hitoshi garbles to the cat who has already begun to fall asleep again, “for a singular peanut. I’m so proud.”

Ochako, delighted at the sleep-deprived theatrics, scoots closer with her phone. “Peanut pouches.”

“Peanut pouches,” Hitoshi sobs in confirmation, just as the tell-tale click-click of Izuku’s crutches announces their TA’s arrival.

“Peanut pouches?” Izuku asks distantly. He rounds the corner and stops, bewildered at why Ochako is filming Hitoshi crying on the couch at four in the morning. Beans has begun to snore.

“Pouches,” Hitoshi whispers brokenly through the tears like his life depends on it. “For peanuts and whiskers.”

“Pouches,” Izuku repeats slowly, before glancing down at his ace hoodie pocket. “Y’all put peanut shells in your pockets? That’s nasty.”

“It’s for whiskers and wholesome Beans,” Hitoshi tells him. Ochako gleefully zooms in on Izuku’s confused face because she fully intends to treasure her highschool memories. Once they’re all well-rested and she has permission to post it, this is absolutely going in the class group chat.

Izuku squints like he’s trying to be angry but is too confused to pull it off. “Beans has a pouch? Listen, I know my cat weighs more than a brick shithouse, but implying he’s got some sort of kangaroo genetics is fucked up.”

Hitoshi cackles brokenly, which wakes Beans back up. The cat blinks at all the attention Hitoshi immediately bestows upon him, and yawns before tucking his nose into a fold of Hitoshi’s hoodie. This only serves to make his cheeks and whiskers poof up. Hitoshi blinks through his tears with immense effort.

Izuku half-squints, half-glares at Ochako. “I don’t know how you did this, but I know it was you,” he tells her. “Stop antagonizing him.”

“I didn’t do anything. Well, almost anything.”

“...Uh huh.” Izuku carefully steps over to inspect Hitoshi’s breakdown before deciding nah, better let it take its course.

He wanders off to the kitchen and pulls down an entire bag of massive marshmallows instead. Ochako perches on a stool by the counter to watch the proceedings. Hopefully Hitoshi will actually be able to fall asleep while they’re distracted.

Izuku takes out an entire baking pan, greases it with butter, and sets up graham crackers on the inside. He breaks three chocolate bars inside, tops it with the marshmallows, and throws the whole health hazard into the oven.

He then hunkers down in front of the oven and stares at it.

Ochako waits until it’s clear he’s intent on staying there until the smoke alarm goes off again. “What’s that?”

“Science.”

“Isn’t that gonna burn the pan?”

Izuku grins with all his teeth at his soon-to-be-charcoal snack. “Absolutely.”

Wild.

Ochako wants in.

She grabs a pack of oreos, checks the clock - 4:35 am, nice. Aizawa’s going to be so disappointed in all of them - and hunches beside Izuku as a second kitchen gargoyle.

#anon #tired cat asks #grasshopper #fic snippet #here u go anon i hope u like it

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itsanerdlife · 4 years

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Sometimes you see couples and just wonder how did someone like him manage to get someone like her. And honestly that's what I thought when you posted pictures of you and your ex, I always thought you were absolutely gorgeous and he was a plain Jane

IM SCREAMING!!!!

Yessssss Peach!! Yessssss!

So my boyfriend said the same thing. He used to be friends with Zach clearly not anymore. And used to be super petty towards Zach when talking to me. Like nobody understood why or how I was with him! My own parents asked me if my brain damage was that severe 😂😂😂

I’m wheezing yall. Why didn’t anyone tell me?! Y’all some fake friends 😂😂 jk jk we all know I was blind and stubborn 🙄

But ahh my man is a fuuuucking upgrade 🥵 like holy fuuuuck, in the words of Drax’s “This is a man.” Mmm...

#Hades & His Persephone

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dreamsafterhours · 4 years

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college boyfriend!markhyuk au series: II (donghyuk’s pathway)

a universe in which roommates!markhyuk meet each other's s/o in class

markhyuk are roommates, my/n and dy/n are roommates, mark and dy/n take classes together and so do donghyuk and my/n — how will their fates intertwine?

genre: fluff pairings: platonic!mark+dy/n format: dotpoint AU universe: non idol, college best friend warning: a lil swearing (best get used to it lol)

masterlist

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II: relationship consolidation.. it’s platonic i swear

the fellowship continues (mark + dy/n)

so the month that follows your first meeting

is full of

a mixture of crackheadedness and tortured artist vibes

a lot of it is sending lit memes and other shit to each other at 2am when u have an 8am the next morning and yelling at each other for keeping u up so late but then laughing again at whatever the ridiculous punchline was

“to quote shakespeare’s hamlet, act v, scene ii, line 270: no”

/deep inhale/ /unhinged laughter/

that’s your inside joke for a whole two weeks mark couldn’t get the numbers right the first few times uwu poor confused thing but he got it after a while so good on him

in the second class after the first day, you try your best to find in him the crowd of people lining up to go into the lecture theatre but you can’t and it’s almost time to go in and—

oop you’re getting swept by the current of the masses

you still try to look for him even then

and luckily your attempts pay off !bc you do see him further up the stairs

,, but he’s

,.talking to another person, sitting in a seat on the end of the row

slightly disappointed that you can’t sit together and get to know him better and hopefully become friends but !! still optimistic that you’ll just make new friends

you file into an empty seat near his row a little further down the stairs from where he was sitting

you take out your materials and start to go over your notes from the day before when

someone plops himself down on the seat next to you

you look up and before you can smile in greeting, you recognise

it’s mark!!

he says “heyyy” in that rlly soft voice idk if you’ve seen the vid of him going ʰᶦ but that’s the voice he uses here

and you’re like “oh hi! wait i thought i saw you sitting over there” pointing behind u

and he’s like “oh i just met a friend and i was saving his girlfriend’s seat haha.. she just arrived so they kicked me out and i saw u and !!yeah”

and u nod at him like “nice nice i thought you ditched me” jokingly ofc

“no no i was actually trying to find you but.. you’re too short”

“i’m what”

/whispers/ “i’m sorry omg don’t kill me pls”

/stands up straighter to assert dominance/ “say that again, marcus. say that again”

ajsagdfo cuties

“ok then should we meet somewhere before the lectures”

so you decide on the benches outside the building as Your Spot™

the lecture’s just an introduction to the first text in the syllabus bc . second class

and so there’s quite a bit of note taking,, naturally

mark forgets what the prof says before he can write it down and this particular prof, you learn, is prone to talking fast and then switching the lecture slides before anyone can write anything important down

poor mark is doing a lot of looking up at the slides and then down at his notebook and :(((

so r u but u seem to have better memory than him so u either have the lecture slides up if you’re a typer with your notes or manage to write your notes and still listen to the prof if you’re a writer idk yalls preferences so

meanwhile mark whispers under his breath,, half to himself

“what” don’t we all,, mark.. don’t we all

and he does that a few times so you look over and he’s written barely anything so at that point he’s almost just resorted to listening to the prof and not taking notes at all

then he seems to catch himself and he starts writing down whatever key terms the prof is spewing and you realise

kid’s blanking out lmfao

so you tell him you’ll send your notes over to him after class and he’s like !! R U SURE im so sorry im not used to this sPEED and i can’t put my hand up and ask him to slow down someone else has to do that

and u just nod and tell him it’s all g

so class ends and you wave goodbye (confirming to meet at the benches next week too) to go to your tutorial class that happens to be right after the lecture and so does he,,

and this is your thought process for the next five or so minutes:

there’s only one exit so surely he’s only going outside and not the same way as me

oh look he’s going the same way as me.. i’m sure he’s just going to another building ooh that’s a pretty cool tree

hey we can walk to our next classes together and then split up where we have to go in different directions

is he turning left or right left or right i’m going left left or right left or—wait oh cool

ah there’s a bunch of classes in this building too surely he’s on a different floor. see he’s going up the stairs—wait he’s going up the stairs.. so am i..,,,

nah surely he’s going up another floor

wait if he’s going up another floor.. why isn’t he going on the elevator

does he have a fear of enclosed spaces

does he have childhood trauma in an elevator

maybe he keeps fit by climbing stairs

lol this is my floor, be funny if..

hang on a second

HANG ON A SECOND

“HANG ON A SECOND” that wasn’t one of your thoughts btw that was. out loud

very loud

and he turns around, startled at your voice again

looking up from his phone and eyes getting wider than they were in their initial reaction

“wHAT THE—WAIT HOLD UP HOLD UP HOLD UP—”

he’s giggling at this point bc it’s so funny to him

“HOLD—YOU’RE?? in this tute too??”

“are we??—”

“—in the same class?” yall say that in unison bc that’s the proliferation of a Wholesome Friendship™ right there

u laugh bc wow this is my new best friend

“this is crazyyy”

“yeah what the f..” he highkey cuts himself off bc i mean day 2 guys

but then you

“exactly what the fuck...”

lmfao he knows then that it’s ok to swear with you

n e ways

y’all keep talking until your tutor arrives and lets you in the class

ofc you sit next to each other in the tute as well

you have a great time and class ends quicker than you thought bc you’re having fun and that’s always gewd

so the next few weeks u’re just vibing with each other

walking to class together after ur lectures

walking each other to other classes

studying together in the library in your spare time catching up on content and exploring ideas discussed in tutes for your shakespearean sonnets class

"o romeo, romeo, wherefore were thou and juliet teenage dumbfucks”

he couldn’t stop laughing at that for three days straight

“t..teENAGE /wheeze/ dUMBFUCKS HAHAHAHAHA”

getting pretty close basically

sharing hobbies and music tastes (u find out he plays guitar and it’s the biggest possession he brought into his dorm from his house and listens to frank ocean and john mayer a lot, watches fullmetal alchemist)

sometimes you’ll come to meet him at the benches full on catwalking down the path with your airpods in and resting bitch face on listening to some dope shit while the crowd parts for you and he’s just like O.O

how is she friends with me

he thinks you’re so cool it’s cute

but he’s also alr convinced himself that you’re so out of his league he highkey won’t dare try and make a move

n e ways

he sees ur airpods and he’s like “aren’t you afraid you’re gonna lose them one day”

and you just look at him and go “do i look like a fool, marcus”

he laughs so hard at that

complaining to you abt his roommate in real time over text like

marcus the fool 🤡: “dude he’s whining at me to ‘play with him’ i don’t want to play with him”

marcus the fool 🤡: “now he’s getting jealous of u”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he asks who u think u r”

you: “tell him i would fight him”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he says u won’t win”

you: “bet”

marcus the fool 🤡: “i told him u don’t need to fight for my attention bc uve alr got it”

marcus the fool 🤡: “now he’s fake crying”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he’s telling me to leave the house and leave the kids”

you: “am i a homewrecker now”

marcus the fool 🤡: “he calls u a homewrecker”

you: “tell him i’ll kiss it better”

one day like a month or so into your friendship

you rush to the benches with that look on your face that says you’re about to murder someone which usually disappears when you see him and take out your airpods bc rbf

so he ,, approaches with caution ,,, easy does it,,

yes he’s wondering if it’s your time of month

ngl it åctually was which makes things worse

t e n t a t i v e l y he asks on the way into the lecture theatre

“hey dy/n u ok?? u look.. ok nvm”

bc u lowkey glared at him but u didn’t mean to i swear u just looked at him but u were alr in a bad mood

so ure like “sorry yes i’m fine i didn’t have my coffee today so i may be a bit cranky”

“what happened? u sleep in or smth”

“yeah i slept at 4 last night”

“wHY did u do that”

“idK but i was running late just now and the line at the cafe was so long i stood in line for five minutes and i said nop class is abt to start”

“oh okey”

this keeps bugging him all throughout the lecture

so he turns to u when the lecture is over and he’s like

“u have another lecture next right”

“yes marcus i have another lecture that you’re taking with me”

“come ditch with me i’ll shout u a coffee”

“what really”

“for sure, we can catch up on the lecture in the library tonight”

and you remember that you’d made plans with your roommate my/n to go to the library that night anyway so you agree and let him know

so he’s like “oh rlly? can i bring my roomie along too he probs doesn’t have other plans anyway i hear they’re doing some kind of project so he better not be going anywhere” with a lil frown uwu angery mark

“sure don’t see why not. we’ll all study together”

“nice i’ll let him know”

“cool”

cool

u see where i’m going with this

waggles eyebrows

wink wink nudge nudge

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