#'it sure would be awesome and fucked up if they went from childhood friends to george hunting dream down'

[llitchilitchi]

would love to see a proper multichapter well developed manhunt fic with lore and slow buildup, the origins of the rivalry, the reason for Dream to be on the run, why George is hunting him, how and why each member of the hunters joins him on his quest. just a proper in-depth exploration of the reasons for the hunt

#litchi.txt #before anyone tells me that I should just write it I cant. I cant write long term things. I am incapable. it would die before it even start #I was just kinda thinking back to the old manhunts #and I was like 'wow I wish there were more fics that explore their background' #'wow it sure would be awesome if there was a fic where they have known each other but something turned them on eachother' #'it sure would be awesome and fucked up if they went from childhood friends to george hunting dream down'

[illusionsdelusions101]

Back to the Old House~Jude Bellingham

Type~Angst

A/N: Jude won the poll! I felt angsty so here you go! Also thank you for my awesome friend Mistyswifey for this prompt!

Jude was back. In Stourbridge. When you heard the news your heart almost leaped out of your chest! While you were in a local shop, the cashier said “So, heard the news that Jude is coming back?” and that initially send you into a panic. You lived next to Jude, your whole life, until he moved away to live in Madrid. You talked to him a lot when you were younger. Childhood friends even. But after he moved, you didn’t get a call, text, nothing. It broke your heart, still hung up on him. You stayed in your childhood home, your parents, wanting to travel the world so they left you at home. Which was fine, your college was nearby and everything so all was good. But how the fuck are you gonna avoid Jude if he’s gonna be staying right next door?

Jude exited from the car, approaching his old house. He breathes the fresh, wet air of Britain, and walks up the path. He looks to the neighbours house. He doesn’t see a car in their driveway, assuming they’re away, and he can make as much noise as he likes while playing FIFA. He enters the house, his parents and brother hugging him. “How are you mate?” Jobe hits his shoulder. “I’m good.” Jude laughs. “We can make as much noise as we want, because of the neighbours, yeah?” He smiles. Jobe scratches the back of his head. “They’re gone on holidays, but their daughter still lives there. She’s minding the house and plants.” He says while they walk upstairs to Jude’s old bedroom. “Their daughter? They have a daughter?” Jude says, puzzled. Jobe looks at him weird as he opens the door to his brothers room. “Yeah, do you not remember her? You used to talk all the time!” Jude looks even more confused. A girl? Never heard of her. Never seen her. Maybe he did? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t remember. At all. 

You get a knock on your door while you’re laying on the couch. You try and make yourself presentable and go open the door. Jude’s mom appears and smiles at you. “Hello dear! Would you like to come for dinner? I bet it’s lonely being by yourself, come join us!” She beams. You can’t say no, this woman is so sweet that it looks like it would break her heart if you said no. So you accepted. Have you forgotten Jude was over? Yup. 

You enter the house behind Jude’s mother, and hear the hood of the oven on. “JOBE! JUDE! COME AND GREET OUR GUEST!” She shouts. She smiles politely at you and goes to the kitchen as the boys come downstairs. Oh no. Jude. You see his gorgeous brown eyes and all those years of moving on had disappeared. Your cheeks turn a crimson colour. Jobe greets you first. “Hey! Long time no see!” He hugs you. You hung out with Jobe quite often after Jude left. You both needed company so you guys occasionally watched movies and went to the park and stuff like that. You never found an interest in Jobe. And you knew he didn’t find one in you. Jude approaches you, your hands get clammy and you can feel them starting to sweat. “Hey, I’m Jude. Nice to meet you. What’s your name?” He says, hands shoved in his pockets.

Oh.

Oh.

He didn’t remember you. That’s fine. Totally fine. It’s for the better even. “Hi, I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, Jude.” You say quietly. “Likewise.” Jude nods and goes to the dining room. You could almost cry in that moment. Staring at the wooden floor planks, the tears scorching hot in your eyes. But now wasn’t the time. You wipe your eyes quickly and made your way to the dining room as well. 

Dinner went smoothly, conversation here and there. At the end, it was time to go. You waved the Bellingham family goodbye, your eyes lingering on Jude. You were about to exit the house when a hand stopped you from doing so. “Hey, wanna hang out sometime?” Jude’s voice being heard from behind you. You look up at him. “Sure.” You smile and exit the house.

Over the past couple of days, you guys hung out. Trips to the park, cinema, having lunch at each other’s, etc. Jude was falling for you. Hard. The ways your eyes glimmered in the sun, your hair always to perfection and your personality so true and honest. One day, while going over to yours, as you guys had dinner reservations, he entered your house. (you texted him that the door was unlocked and he could come in at anytime.) He found you crying on the couch. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” He stood at the doorway connecting your  living room and hallway. 

“Do you not remember me Jude?” You said, more tears falling. You had tried to blow it over the past few days, but him not knowing you when you were friends for such a long time, just made you break down. “What do you mean?” Jude asks. You choke a sob and stand up. “JUDE YOU KNEW ME! WAS I NOTHING TO YOU? YOU DONT REMEMBER WHEN WE USED TO GO TO THE PARK AND EVERYTHING? GOD! WHY DO I EVEN BOTHER! YOU’RE PROBABLY GOING TO FORGET ME AGAIN AFTER YOU LEAVE!” You cry out. Jude was confused, upset, puzzled, but mostly upset. “What do you mean, Y/N? I’ve known you for the past couple of days!” He argues. You let out a frustrated sigh. “I CANT BELIEVE YOU!” You scream. “I CANT BELIEVE YOU! YOU COME AND SCREAM AT ME AND FOR WHAT? YOU’RE SAYING NONSENSE!” He shoots back. 

“Leave my house, Jude Bellingham.” You whisper. But he heard it.

“What?” He says, exasperated. 

“Leave. And come back when you remember.” 

You heard his breathing get uneven from the other side of the room. But a few seconds later, you hear footsteps receding and the front door slam shut.

He should remember, you thought to yourself. And then he’ll come back to the old house.

Pt.2?

#oneshot #x reader #football #soccer #la liga #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x you #angst #real madrid #fem reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham angst

[morallygreyyn]

does your heart still remember my name? (bakugou x reader)

description: you and bakugou went way back. having known each other since birth because your mothers were best friends, it was natural for you to do every thing together. you weren’t really sure what made you hate him along the way. you weren’t even sure if hate was the right word. what you did know was that bakugou hated you with every fibre of his being, or so you thought...

(characters aged up to 18 and are in their last year of high school/ua)

authors note: ok so i’m just a sucker for childhood besties, to strangers/enemies, to lovers while the character is secretly in love with the reader soooo here’s my first contribution to my favourite trope! i’ll probably write loads more of these lmaooo

warnings: swearing (bakugou duh), angst but fluff at the end

word count: 4.1k

requests are open!

You really couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment you started to hate Bakugou Katsuki. All you knew is that whenever you passed him by or even looked in his general direction, your blood would start to boil. You supposed it had something to do with his ego that only inflated over the years, his superiority complex getting the better of him and his attitude.

Looking back on it now, you figured that had been the catalyst for your inevitable drift from the overconfident boy.

You used to be best friends. Your mothers were best friends and being next door neighbours, Katsuki was your first ever friend. The two of you were inseparable, often attached at the hip. You did absolutely everything together.

When your Quirks developed, you both were ecstatic and playfully developed fighting styles for your little duo. 

That was around the time Katsuki developed a superiority complex, though you didn’t realise it at the time. He was your best friend and had a strong Quirk so of course he was awesome!

Katsuki and you were an unstoppable force, you were even going to be the top two Pro Heroes. Your best friend never thought of you as weak, if he was strong then so were you. Simple as. 

Your friendship lasted right up until middle school. You couldn’t really remember what was the cause of your separation, you could only remember the slow drift apart. Spending less time at each other's houses, hanging out less, speaking less until it developed to nothing at all. The separation was like heartbreak, you had lost many hours crying over it. It was as if you had lost your other half. You even tried to ask Katsuki what had went wrong but was only more hurt when he brushed you off. That hurt turned to anger over time and by the end of middle school, you had convinced yourself that you no longer cared about the boy next door.

You made every effort to ignore his existence, and your hard work paid off. You made new friends when you both started at U.A. and your life was seemingly on the up. Still, you followed your childhood dream, determined to make it to the top. 

You were now in your last year of high school, the time you spent with Katsuki was nothing but distant memories now.

It used to be awkward at the start when you both had to walk home in the same direction. You had almost ran home to avoid any contact with your ex best friend.

As the years passed, the less of a fuck you gave. You walked home at your own steady pace, seemingly having a faster stride than Katsuki as he always arrived home after you. 

It was no different today. School ended and with a swift goodbye to your friends, you began to make your way back home. You knew Katsuki was behind you, trudging along that familiar route. You didn’t pay him any mind, you were far too used to this by now. 

It wasn’t that long of a walk and before you knew it, you were already home.

“I’m home!” You called out, hearing a greeting from your mother who was somewhere in the house. You took off your shoes and made your way upstairs, throwing your bag onto your bed once you reached your room.

“Oh, y/n?” Your mum called from the bottom of the stairs.

“Yeah?”

“The Bakugous have invited us for dinner at theirs tonight!” She sounded happy. With you and Katsuki falling out many years ago, your mum wasn’t able to see her best friend as much.

“Oh that’s nice.” You feigned enthusiasm for the sake of your parent, knowing she was very excited about this.

“Get ready then! We’ll be leaving in half an hour!”

As much as you wanted to avoid this dinner, you had to admit that you did miss Katsuki’s parents. They had become a second family to you and you had always looked up to them as a child. Deciding to dress nice to meet them again, you pulled on your best outfit. Not too casual, not too formal. Just right for an evening with your family and his.

“You look lovely.” Your mother commented as you made your way down the stairs. You had to admit, you did put a bit of effort into your appearance.

As the Bakugous lived right next door, you didn’t have to walk far before your mother was knocking on their door.

“Hello!” Mitsuki greeted cheerfully, welcoming her old friend into her house. “And y/n! Look at how much you’ve grown!”

“Hello Mitsuki.” You gave her your brightest smile, using her first name like she had insisted you do when you were younger.

Ushering you both inside, Mitsuki was all smiles and compliments for the two of you. “Come into the living room! We need to catch up.”

You followed the mothers into the living room, learning that Katsuki’s father was working late tonight so wouldn’t be here for dinner. This house was as familiar to you as your own. The smell, the pictures on the wall, the furniture all bringing back memories of when you used to practically live here. You caught yourself smiling fondly and quickly stopped, not wanting to get too attached to being back here again. Losing it once was painful enough.

Mitsuki and your mother sat down on the couch, already engrossed in conversation. However the blonde woman looked at you and smiled. “Katsuki is in the kitchen.”

“O-oh.” You cleared your throat, sounding horrifically awkward. “Right, thanks.”

You couldn’t really ignore what she said as you didn’t want to appear rude. Steeling yourself, you slowly made your way to their kitchen.

Your ex best friend was by the kitchen counter, cutting vegetables with incredible skill and precision. His back stiffened when you walked in, hyper aware of your presence. Katsuki turned slowly, allowing you to get a full view of his appearance. He hadn’t seemed to put much effort into what he was wearing, a simple black tee and jeans being his outfit of choice tonight. You also noted the way his cheeks flushed as he looked at you, presumably with anger at you being in his house and being forced to sit through this dinner.

“Hello.” You greeted, trying to be civil however when he only responded with a nod and turned back around, you had to clench your teeth to stop a profanity from slipping past. Deciding that that was as far as you were willing to go with conversation, you sat down at the table, pulling out your phone to distract yourself. 

Time ticked by awfully slowly as you sat there, your phone not providing much entertainment. Your friends' responses to your messages were few and far between, each of them spending time with their own families.

You were extremely thankful when your parents decided to bring their conversation into the kitchen. Dinner was almost ready it seemed, as Mitsuki quickly checked something in the oven. She thanked her son for the work he did and he sat at the table, taking the chair opposite yours.

When dinner was served, your parents made most of the conversation which you were relieved by. Mitsuki asked you questions about school, your personal life, your Quirk development and if you still wanted to become a Pro Hero. You grinned as you spoke with her, telling her all about your dreams and aspirations. Your mother had asked similar questions to Katsuki and you had to smother a laugh when he attempted a ‘polite’ tone when he answered her.

“So y/n, are you dating anyone?” Mitsuki smirked, risking a sidelong glance to her son who had gone extremely still. 

Shocked at the question, you took a moment to respond. “Uh, no. I’m not seeing anyone.”

“No one at school interests you?”

You laughed at her playful tone. “No one has shown any interest in me so I don’t really pay attention. I’m too focused on school anyway.”

Mitsuki nodded, approving of your ambition. “You’re gonna go far in life.” 

“I hope so.”

Conversation continued after dinner had ended, your mothers discussing that they both needed more time. You weren’t really paying attention to their conversation until they both stood up.

“We’re going out for drinks.” Mitsuki announced and horror shot through you. Were you really expected to stay here with him alone? No, you calmed yourself down, you had left your keys by the front door so you could just go home after they had gone.

“Y/n, stay here and help clean, would you?”

“Oh no, you don’t need to clean up our mess!” Mitsuki assured you, though it was futile as you knew you would anyway as a thanks for the meal. “Please make yourself at home! We’ll be back in a couple of hours!”

They both disappeared down the hall, grabbing their coats.

“Katsuki, clean up.” Mitsuki shouted from the front door.

“HUH?” He shouted back but the parents had already left and you were suddenly plunged into a very awkward situation.

Sighing, you began gathering plates, not looking at the boy opposite you. You just had to do this and then you would go home. 

You were halfway to the sink when warm, sweaty hands stopped yours, removing the plates from your grip.

“I got it.” Katsuki grumbled quietly, turning on the tap.

“I’ll dry then.” You couldn’t just sit there and watch. Grabbing a towel from the rack, he washed and you dried the dishes in silence. You didn’t try to make conversation, and you didn’t want to. He made no effort either, scrubbing the plates with more force than necessary.

You made quick work of it and thankfully it didn’t take long before you were heading to the front door. When you got there however, the keys to your house were nowhere to be seen.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You swore under your breath, cursing your mother for taking them. You were stuck here until whenever they decided to return. 

You could feel Katsuki’s eyes on you from the kitchen doorway, watching this tragedy unfold.

“Well, you’re stuck with me.” You mumbled to him, not knowing what to do now. You awkwardly shifted on your feet, looking anywhere but your ex best friend. Settling on an idea, you put your shoes down and headed upstairs for the bathroom, knowing your way around the house like the back of your hand. Any excuse to get away from the awkward situation you would take happily.

You didn’t mean to but when you saw that Katsuki’s bedroom door was open, you stopped to look. You used to spend so much time here you used to call it your second bedroom. Not much had changed aside from the removal of childish things. The simple layout was still exactly the same.

Something sitting on his bedside table caught your eye. Quietly, you approached, cursing your curiosity. However, what you saw made your heart stop. It was a picture frame containing two images from when you were kids. The one on the left caught your attention first as you picked it up. You both were grinning, arms wrapped around each other as you both made peace signs towards the camera. That was the day of the town’s annual sports festival. Both you and Katsuki had teamed up for the mixed relay race and had crushed your opponents with ease. You could remember hearing him cheer you on once he handed the baton to you, he made sure to be the loudest one there as you raced towards the finish line. You could still see him approach you as you caught your breath, wearing the biggest and brightest smile.

“We’re the best!” Katsuki shouted, high fiving and hugging you in celebratory glee. “No one can stop us!”

Those words echoed in your mind and you lightly stroked the first picture. You looked at the plastic gold medals dangling from both of your necks, feeling a wave of sad nostalgia wash over you. 

Then your eyes wandered to the second picture. It was taken the day you had both started middle school. You had your arms thrown over his shoulders, smiling as you kissed his cheek. Katsuki, who looked incredibly bashful, had his arms folded across his chest, eyes softer than you had ever seen them before. This was the day you promised each other you were gonna take the world by storm by becoming the top pro heroes. You had laughed when Katsuki said, oh so generously, that you could have the second spot. Back then the second spot was just right for you, as you could keep Katsuki by your side and fight away other competitors who would try and take your spots. There used to be no doubt in your mind that those spots were yours, and that you and Katsuki would be together for your whole lives.

You were just a kid then, what did you know? How were you supposed to know that Katsuki and you would become strangers a few years later, and that love you had for him would turn to anger.

You didn’t notice when your vision started to blur, tears splashing against the glass of the picture frame.

“Oi, what are you doing in here?” The angry voice behind you made you jump, and you whipped around to see the fully grown Katsuki leaning against the doorway. His furious expression drastically changed when he saw what was in your hands and that you were crying.

Hastily putting the frame back where you had found it, you darted to the door wiping your cheeks as you went. 

“Sorry.” You mumbled as you brushed past him, wanting to hide in the comfort of your own home. You didn’t care if you had to break a window to get in, you just had to leave that house. You had made it halfway down the stairs before his voice sounded from behind you.

“Y/n, wait!” Katsuki shouted from down the hall, frantic footsteps getting closer and closer. “Fucking wait, lemme explain first!”

Your hand froze on the door handle, hating the nostalgia that made you stop. You just wanted answers. You wanted to know what happened between you and why he kept your pictures beside his bed.

Hearing Katsuki take the stairs three at a time, his hand reached out for your wrist, almost yanking it away from the handle. His actions were aggressive however his touch was more gentle than you ever expected from someone like the angry blonde.

“What?” You whispered, unable to look anywhere but at the front door. Katsuki said nothing but dragged you into his living room, you didn’t put up much of a fight. He dropped your arm, standing in the middle of the room with an uncomfortable expression. He looked as if he was desperate to say something, but his pride was blocking the words from escaping.

“Explain then.” You folded your arms, meeting his red eyes. You couldn’t help but glare, still reeling from the nostalgia, misery and confusion. 

“I-ugh.” Katsuki grunted and scratched his head, obviously at a loss. You could see him getting more frustrated by the second and a very old part of you wanted to reach out to him to calm him down. He plopped down on the couch, his expression one of extreme concentration.

“I am, no, fuck, I mean - dammit! This is so embarrassing!” The blonde buried his head in his hands, cheeks going scarlet.

“Why?” You raised your voice in desperation, wanting to know what it was he was hiding and unable to control your temper. “Can you please enlighten me as to why you pushed me away, treated me like shit and acted as if I didn’t exist?”

“Because I’m so fucking in love with you, you idiot!” He shot up, going even redder in the face from what you imagined was anger and embarrassment. “I have been since we were kids!”

There was a pause before Katsuki went wide eyed, as if he didn’t mean to expose that secret. You were frozen in place as you watched him sink down onto the couch, hiding his face once more.

“You’re in love with me.” You whispered, it came out more as a statement than a question.

He nodded once but remained silent, unable to look at you. Your chest grew tight, his previous actions over the past few years making a lot more sense and yet none at all. If he loved you, why did he treat you the way he did? But then again, it was such a developing and hormonal teen Katsuki thing to do. 

“Fucking say something.” He demanded, finally meeting your gaze. “I look and feel like an idiot.”

You tried to make sense of your emotions, everything all being too much for you to comprehend. Thinking back on all your negative feelings towards the boy before you, you weren’t sure what made you hate him in the first place. You had always known Katsuki was confident, overbearing and rude and you had always managed that before in the past. What changed? The answer almost felt like a slap in the face and you almost doubled over with the revelation.

Yes, you realised with a start, you were in love with him too. You had just covered it up with anger and called it hate.

A small smile grew on your face and now it was time for you to be the one to bury your face in your hands. Sitting down on the opposite couch, you started to laugh lightly at the situation, also unable to hold back the tears. 

“Are you crying?” Katsuki stood, slowly approaching you. When he sat down, you realised that you hadn’t been this close to each other since middle school and that brought on a whole new wave of sadness.

You had forgotten how much you missed him. You missed him like you would miss a limb. Katsuki had become a part of you and over the years without him, you had numbed yourself to the loss. However with him here, a couple of inches away, you swiftly remembered just how much you had loved this boy. You still did.

You knew you always would.

“Y/n?” He asked, tone gruff but not angry. 

“If you love me, why did you ignore me?”

“Because I couldn’t handle it.” He spoke honestly, managing to keep eye contact with you. “I also thought any relationships would get in the way of my goal.”

“So you cut me off.”

Katsuki flinched and rubbed his hands on his thighs. “I was stupid, okay? I said I didn’t know how to handle it.”

“You could’ve told me.”

“I was going to but I-” He cut off, not wanting to admit he was scared. You chuckled, he was still the boy you were friends with so long ago. “Are you fucking laughing at me?”

“No!” You quickly reassured him, unable to keep the grin from your face. “It’s just such a you thing to not admit you were scared.”

He didn’t argue with you, only grunted which proved you were right. Your grin turned into a fond smile when you looked at him. In this moment, it felt as if you two had never parted. Like you had your Katsuki back.

“Why are you smiling at me like that, you weirdo?” He shoved your face away with all the gentleness he could muster. You noticed his lips were also slightly tilted upwards, clearly he was enjoying having you back too. It felt too much like the old times which you missed with every inch of your being.

Unable to control yourself, you lunged at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist in a much needed hug.

He made a surprised grunt at the impact but still welcomed your embrace, wrapping his own arms around you and burying his face in your neck.

“What the fuck is this for?” He whispered, as if he didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“Dunno, it feels as if I have my Katsuki back.” You responded, matching the volume of his voice.

He hesitated before answering. “It didn’t seem like it, but I never left.”

“I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” He paused again, debating whether he wanted to say what he was going to. It seemed to be his night for confessions. “I’m sorry.”

You pulled back to look at him, utterly shocked that the Bakugou Katsuki had just apologised to you.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He grumbled, pulling you back in and holding you tighter. You realised that you hadn’t properly responded to his love confession and while it seemed that Katsuki didn’t really care, you did.

“Hey, Katsuki?”

“What?”

You smiled fondly before leaning in, pressing your lips gently to his. He went stock still, trying to register what was happening to him. Once his brain caught up, he brought his hand up to rest against your cheek, pulling you deeper into the kiss. So many emotions passed between you in the time your lips were connected, too many repressed feelings rose to the surface. You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt this happy. You tried to make the moment last for as long as you could, only breaking away when you were absolutely desperate for air.

“What was that for?” Katsuki asked for the second time tonight, trying to regain his breath.

“I love you too.”

He froze at your words, obviously not expecting them. Before he could stop it, a tear slipped down his cheek as he stared at you. Then another fell, followed by another. You couldn’t remember the last time you had seen Katsuki cry as he always said crying was for the weak, and yet here he was, tears falling at your confession.

Katsuki quickly wiped them away, obviously not liking the fact that he was crying in front of someone else. If he had really been in love with you all this time, you wondered if he had dreamed of you loving him back?

Without saying anything, he took your arm and began dragging you upstairs.

“Katsuki?” You didn’t receive a response but it didn’t take a genius to figure out where he was leading you. Once you were both inside, he shut his bedroom door and in one swift movement, and collapsed with you onto the bed. Katsuki’s arms were locked tightly around you, face buried once more in your hair. 

You returned his embrace with a laugh, realising that he didn’t want to be seen crying but still wanted you close. Obviously the couch didn’t cut it.

You don’t know how long had passed with you laying like that, arms wrapped around each other as Katsuki quietly let tears fall. A few of your own escaped at the thought of finally having the angry blonde back by your side, right where he belonged. 

“I suppose that means you're my boyfriend now.” You joked, lips brushing against his hair.

He huffed a laugh and pulled back slightly to look at you. “Suppose it does.”

You met his gaze, red eyes never leaving yours. A long forgotten memory suddenly resurfaced, causing you to laugh.

“What?”

“I just remembered how we used to seal promises with each other.”

He groaned and hid his face in the pillow. “Of course you remember something as stupid as that.”

“Based on your reaction, clearly you remember it too.” You hummed, planting a kiss on the back of his head. Katsuki rolled back over, eyes narrowed.

“Seeing as you’re so keen to do this.” He grumbled and sat up, you joined him and decided not to comment on the fact that you never mentioned whether or not you wanted to do it again.

“What are we promising?” You asked, loving every moment.

“That we’ll reach number one and two.”

“And that we’ll always be together for the rest of our lives?” It was childish, you understood this but it felt good, like you and Katsuki were back in full force and ready to take on the world.

He rolled his eyes. “That’s so lame.”

“Okay then, just number one and two it is.”

“I never said we shouldn’t promise it.” His cheeks turned scarlet as he looked away, bashfully risking a glance at you. He wanted that promise just as much as you did.

Chuckling, you reached out your hand and he did the same. You both still knew your old handshake, the movements forever ingrained in your memory. 

“We promise to reach the number one and two spots.” You both said at the same time, a custom when it came to the special promise making handshake. “And that we’ll always be together for the rest of our lives.”

Katsuki was clearly embarrassed when you both made the finishing move, sealing the deal. You were too slightly but it was greatly overshadowed by your joy. You both grinned at each other as Katsuki pulled you back into his arms, and you had a feeling you would be there for the remainder of the night.

Nothing in the world could’ve prised you two apart, and nothing from that moment on ever would. You were Katsuki’s, just as much as he was yours, and that was never going to change.

#mha #my hero academia #my hero #bnha #boku no hero #bakugo katuski #bakugou headcanons #mha bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #todoroki x reader #bnha shoto todoroki #mha todoroki #bnha todoroki #todoroki headcanons #bakugou fluff #todoroki fluff #bnha shinso hitoshi #mha shinso x reader #shinso x reader

[1moreff-creator]

Firstly, good luck on the LGI video !! I think anyone who even tries to analyze tha embodiment of a stroke (/pos) that is that video deserves a medal, a hug, and a therapy session Secondly, considering you are a Veronika stan I was wondering if you had any theories in regards to her backstory, as I really feel like besides Hu and maybe David, she is the character who we know the least about in terms of her past. And I've been thinking about that a lot, especially since I think she will play a massive role in the conflicts of Chapter 3 (similar to the role Ace has played in Chapter 2) And considering what her secret is theorized to be by basically the entire community, her comment about how she used to be an outdoors person (implying something happened that made it so she wasn't one anymore), her lolita fashion sense implying that her family is at least somewhat wealthy because god those dresses are expensive, and whoever the fuck Alyssa Belyaeva is. I feel like she has some juicy stuff that's just waiting to be speculated by more people

Thanks for the well wishes! I probably will need therapy after that video, geez.

Anyways, no more David here, let’s talk Veronika! You are right in calling me a stan, even thinking about her is enough to get me to smile like a dummy. And you’re right, there is so much to speculate on with this freak! I agree she’ll probably have a bigger role soon, and there is clearly something that went deeply wrong in her childhood. Otherwise, how would she get this awesome? I love her.

I can't get anything conclusive for obvious reasons, but I have come up with what I think is an interesting theory about her backstory.

CW: Self-harm, speculation on child neglect and psychiatric wards

First, let me compile everything you brought up and a few more things.

+Veronika used to be an outdoors person, but isn’t anymore. She even likes skateboarding! Presumably because her talent requires her to be indoors a lot, but there’s a good chance there’s something more traumatic at play.

+She despises boredom over all else, and at times, not even horror is enough to satiate her thirst for thrills. “That's why I liked horror for such a long time. […] But in the end, fiction is only fiction”. Tsumugi kinnie spotted!

+Whenever she finds something exciting, she can’t help but get addicted. That’s an odd way for her to phrase that, but sure.

+She has a deep interest in psychology and horror, as we all know.

+Like you said, it’s possible her parents are quite wealthy, as she enjoys expensive lolita fashion, as well as “weird” and “exotic” foods, apparently.

+Her favorite color is white in the presence of other colors, as it makes them stand out, and her least favorite is white without other colors, since she considers it soulless. What a weirdo /affectionate.

+The hidden quote on her page is “Once something is broken, it can never be pieced together in quite the same way again. The same goes for people.” Spooky!

(I’m not bringing up Mai on this post, no shot I’m getting into that mess again)

+Her secret is most often speculated to be “You only took on your talent to distract from your incessant need to harm yourself for fun”. Now, watch that be Levi’s and she’s actually the murderer without remorse, I think that’d be funny. But yeah, the self-harm secret is most likely hers.

+Alyssa Belyaeva is/was her dearest friend, the person who gifted her the green triangle earring she wears.

This “dearest friend” is so odd. Like, on one hand, the fact the dev originally neglected to name her because they didn’t want to put too much emphasis on mostly unimportant characters (I wish I could find the actual wording they used, but I can’t see all the answers of the Q&A for some reason) would suggest she’s not too relevant. But on the other hand, her impact is literally etched into Veronika’s design via the earring, and…

Well, listen. She was Veronika’s friend. Not only did Veronika like her, which already implies something’s wrong with her, Alyssa actually liked Veronika back. Oh, there is something wrong wrong with this girl.

So, yeah, don’t know if she’s going to be relevant. I tried looking up the green triangle, see if it meant anything, but I didn’t see anything that looked related. I also looked up Alyssa’s name to see if it meant anything. “Alyssa” means “noble” or “truth”, which I don’t get anything from, and “Belyaeva” is just derived from “white (blond) hair”. Wikipedia, make up your mind, is it white or blond?

Although that does give me a headcanon idea, that Alyssa has white hair but dresses very colorfully, and that’s why Veronika’s favorite color is white in the presence of others.

Yo, watch me get attached to a character we have even less information on than goddamn Elliot Cuevas and Felicity Giles.

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Anyways, the problem with Veronika is clear. There’s a lot there, but we’re also missing a fuckton, which makes it really hard to theorize about her. It feels like we’re missing some kind of through-line which actually connects all the loose concepts surrounding this girl. The most sensible answer here is that it’s impossible to gather anything conclusive about her backstory within the bounds of sanity.

…

But you didn’t ask me to speculate so I would remain within the bounds of sanity, did you? You wanna see the craziness come in, yeah? Well, let’s go crazy.

The Inevitable Descent Into Insanity

Veronika likes skateboarding.

It’s something I mentioned off-handedly before, but let’s think about it for a second. While there is such a thing as an indoor skatepark, when most of us think of skateboarding, I imagine most of us jump to the idea of skateboarding outside. I feel, if Veronika truly only liked indoor skateboarding, that would be made more explicit, you know? Like how Levi’s profile states he likes “suckers (candy)”.

And if that’s the case, we can gather three things.

>Veronika isn’t bored of the outside.

>Veronika isn’t scared of the outside.

>More people need to draw Veronika skateboarding /lh

This is a bit of stretch, and I don’t have any more evidence she doesn’t have trauma from being outdoors, but that’s not all for boredom. She clearly enjoyed playing in the playground, which was indoors, but was still ultimately a playground. That makes her being bored of the outside even more unlikely.

But if she didn’t get bored of the outside, why did she pick up a talent that is explicitly only possible indoors? Well, I want to take a closer look at how that secret is worded.

“You only took on your talent to distract from your incessant need to harm yourself for fun”

What’s interesting here is that she only took on her talent to stop herself from harming herself. This could imply that, while she obviously enjoys horror a lot, she doesn’t enjoy it as much as what she was doing before. After all, if she did, she would have also picked it up simply because it was more fun, and the secret’s wording would be odd.

And there’s more. What I imagine most of us think when we read this is “Veronika got so bored of everything else, she started hurting herself to stave off her boredom”. But, at the risk of sounding morbid, how was she hurting herself? Because I feel most of us jump to the idea of cutting (that’s why everyone mentions her wrists being covered when talking about her secret), but that’s not the only way people self harm. And, sorry if this sounds insensitive, but cutting doesn’t really seem “fun” to me. Like, obviously all self-harm is bad for you, but that in particular doesn’t seem too entertaining.

Why am I talking about this? Well, I want to bring attention to something she tells Teruko in CH 2 EP 7:

Veronika: “The idea that I could screw up my life at any time, that I could make a fatal mistake that I can’t undo… That’s real fear. So it excites me.”

Veronika was seemingly talking about the killing game here, but what if she’s not? She seems to be talking as if she has more experience with this sort of thing than just the killing game. And in particular, the use of the word “excites me” is interesting when paired with the line I called out earlier: “Whenever I find something that’s exciting, I can’t help but get addicted”.

So, if she found a way to constantly put herself in dangerous situations where one mistake would cost her her life, she would get addicted to it. Is this fair to say?

And this is where I bring you back, and draw a link between her love for the outdoors, her secret, her talent, and this idea. I’ve connected the dots-

(I didn’t connect shit)

I’ve connected them. Here goes:

Whenever Veronika played outside, she would feel the need to injure herself and put herself in unnecessarily dangerous situations, so she could feel the fear of making a fatal mistake she can’t undo. She only took on being a Horror Fanatic to distract from this need, as indoors, there aren’t as many exciting ways for her to injure herself.

That insane enough? I feel it sorta makes sense. If you think about it, this would mean at some point, Veronika would have to decide between throwing herself at horror or continuing her path to becoming the Ultimate Skateboarder, and the only reason she chose horror was… well, she would need to really go out of her way to injure herself while watching a horror movie.

Meanwhile, whenever she was outside, it would be easier to harm herself. Stand on a swing (like we see her do in the series), fall from a height, ram into something on a skateboard. Most of the injuries wouldn’t be too severe, but they would add up, and depending on what she was doing, I imagine some of them could be a bit worse. And whenever that happened, she would feel more excited than before, get more addicted, and constantly look for ways to injure herself more, and worse, and worse. Perhaps even injuring herself before going out, so she could be in the maximum amount of pain possible.

But there may have been other reasons she was doing this. This is where the “wealthy parents” may come in. Stereotypically speaking, wealthy parents are often depicted as neglectful, more preoccupied with work than with their children. Think- Oh, well, think Mariabella, actually. That’s obviously not always the case, but it does happen.

And if this is the case, it’s possible she was also, subconsciously, harming herself as a call for help. As a way to get the attention she needed. There would have been better ways to go about it, but self-harming is sort of inherently irrational.

In fact, maybe I am really going completely insane, but I think there’s an exchange where something like this can be inferred? In CH 2 EP 2, when Veronika falls off the swing.

Veronika: “Ehehe! I’m fine! Don’t worry!”

Teruko: “I’m not worried about you. If your body was fragile enough to break from a light fall like that, then you wouldn’t have done something so stupid”

Veronika: “It’s fun to stand on swings, okay? It makes me feel tall. I didn’t know that these ones would be quite so slippery”

Veronika: “But really, I’m not hurt at all. The ground is very soft”

Now, let’s be clear. I am probably reading way too much into this, and this was probably just a quick way to transition to the point of the ground being soft. But it always struck me as odd that Veronika feels the need to tell Teruko she wasn’t hurt twice, even after Teruko had taken her at her word before.

So, hear me out, maybe that was force of habit. Like, she always (intentionally) injured herself while playing around, then Alyssa or someone else would be concerned about her, and fuss over her. Then, Veronika would have to repeatedly state she was fine, because the whole point was that she wanted to keep playing after hurting herself. And Alyssa would be concerned, but eventually brush it off with a laugh. Or, knowing the type of friends Veronika gets, maybe Alyssa would also have the habit of hurting herself alongside Veronika-

I am not going to get attached to a character we have only a name for. I am not going to get attached to a character we have only a name for. I am not going to get attached to a character we have only a name for-

Anyways, again, I’m probably reading too much into that line, it’s very likely Veronika just said she was okay again to get to the point about the floor being soft.

Anyways, that’s sort of the main idea of my speculation! That she harmed herself by playing outside to make it more exciting. All we’re missing is what made her decide to stop hurting herself, and an explanation for the quote on her page, the one about people breaking. I assume they’re likely related, but I can’t give a solid answer. So here’s a few possibilities:

>When her parents found out, they said she was “broken” and sent her to a (likely under 18) psychiatric ward. This could explain why she considers the color white on its own “soulless”. I mean, I doubt under 18 psychiatric wards look that depressing, and I couldn’t find conclusive images in Google, but I did see some white, so maybe! The reason I’m not too sure is that I really don’t know much about under 18 psychiatric wards, and while I did try to do some research, I don’t exactly feel like being in more lists than I’m already probably on, you feel?

>A bit more worrying, perhaps her parents were the ones who tried to “””fix””” her, and they did something bad to her. I can’t comment much more on this idea, as any further ideas tend more towards fanfic than actual speculation.

>Maybe the one who “””broke””” was actually Alyssa, and either she was sent to a psych ward or something happened to her that made her “soulless”. I don’t like tying Alyssa too closely to Veronika’s backstory, because of the whole “she might not be important” thing, but it’s there. However, it’s important to note, if something did happen to Alyssa, Veronika likely wouldn’t be at fault, otherwise it would likely be mentioned in her secret.

>There's also a possibility Veronika stopped self harming on her own or, more likely, with proper therapy (so proud of her if that's the case!), and the "broken" thing refers to something she'll do in the killing game. I don't know if what I'm about to say really makes sense, but while I've always imagined Veronika saying her line with her "shadow over eyes" sprite, I guess it's possible she would actually say it with one of her "Junko-ish" or "deranged smile" sprites. I'm imagining something like: she drives Arturo absolutely insane, laughs about how horrible he's gotten, and with a malicious, wide smirk, she tells everyone: "Arturo is broken, and nothing will put him back together again. How entertaining!" Something like that. I really just want her to do something extremely fucked up, I think she deserves to have some fun :D

And there's my whole theory about Veronika's backstory! Even though it's probably completely wrong, I hope it satisfied your craving for speculation on the resident freak. And thanks for reading! If you made it this far, you deserve a good friend that loves you just like you are, like Alyssa! Take care!

#drdt #danganronpa despair time #drdt theory #veronika grebenshchikova #alyssa belyaeva #we're tagging it #cw sh

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 {𝖨𝗓𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝖪.}

Summary: after what was supposed to have been just a walk to clear his mind, Izana ends up joining a rock band

Warnings: none

A/n: So before you read this, this whole scenario takes place after the final timeskip and Izana is like 20 years old. Also send requests

Now that Tenjiku had finally disbanded, Izana's life was pretty mundane. It went without saying that after living a life filled with excitement, getting used to this new lifestyle proved to be quite difficult. But he was managing just fine.

Thankfully he had Kakucho by his side. It was common for the white haired male to call his friend -even if it was in the middle of the night- and just go on walks to relax and enjoy the nightlife of Yokohama.

That was exactly what happened that night. Izana had met with Kakucho and the two friends began walking, going nowhere in particular. Soon they found themselves across the street from a rock bar which was known for being a stepping stone for many bands.

"I don't know, really-" Kakucho's sentence was cut short and the two friends had to take several steps back to avoid the crowd coming out of the front of the bar, heading to the alley in the back. "What the fuck?"

Confusion was written all over their faces as they watched those people discussing whatever band they had just seen performing live while waiting for said band to come out from the back of the bar.

"I haven't seen a crowd waiting for a band like that since that guitar-drums duo two years ago." Kakucho noted and waited for Izana's response; a response that never actually came. Izana was too busy staring at the crowd and if cars weren't passing by, Kakucho was sure his friend would have crossed the street as well. He could see Izana getting impatient as time went by, he could see it in his eyes.

And then the band finally appeared. One girl and two guys were the only band members yet they had everyone hooked, asking for autographs and congratulating them for their awesome performance.

Izana and Kakucho stayed there, waiting for them to finish as if they planned to talk to them. To be completely honest, the only reason as to why Kakucho waited was because Izana showed no signs of leaving.

Eventually the three band members crossed the street.

"And I am saying our songs would sound better with a second guitarist." The girl, you, tried her best to explain her point of view. At the sound of that, Izana's eyes lightened.

"You know how hard recruiting new members is." One of the two males responded. Izana guessed he was the drummer since he was only carrying two drum sticks. "If we hadn't been childhood friends with that idiot over there who should pay attention instead of texting his boyfriend, we wouldn't even have a bassist."

"I think we need a second guitarist as well."

"See? Two versus one, we win!"

"Good luck on finding one because I won't be helping."

"I play the guitar."

"Eh?" You turned around, half scared half shocked. You really hoped that you had actually heard correctly and the young man in front of you was actually offering to fill the position of the second guitarist.

"I said I play the guitar."

To say Kakucho was shocked would be an underestatement. There was no way Izana out of all people actually wants to be in a band, right? Right? If you could actually turn him down, or say he is crazy... you would save this poor boy.

But no. He watched as you removed the guitar case from your shoulder, opening it and handing your guitar to Izana.

"Play something for us then." Your friends were just as shocked, eyeing both you and Izana.

"Right here?" The drummer asked, placing his hand on your shoulder.

The male straightened his posture and took your guitar. The melody he played wasn't one you were familiar with but you didn't bother to question whether he wrote songs or not. What mattered was that he was good, very good.

"Damn..." Your bassist muttered when Izana handed back your guitar.

"So, am I in?"

"Yeah, yeah you are." You nodded your head.

And that was the beginning because one week later, Kakucho and the Haitani brothers were standing at the back of that bar, waiting for your band to leave so the seven of you could go to Roppongi to celebrate since the Haitanis could not believe Izana was in fact in a band.

A/n: This couldn't have sucked more

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[stormkobra-5]

Starcrossed Lovers: The House of Fett Part 3 Sneak Peek

You’ve been in love with him for years. It’s a thought that makes him lightheaded, makes his knees weak and his face flushed. Years. At first it had started as a childhood crush, but as you grew, so did your feelings. That day he’d come to you in need of patching up, you’d only barely resisted the urge to kiss him when he was unconscious. And every day since, you’d wished that you had. How sometimes you’d thought about joining the Resistance but faltered every time because you worried your feelings for him might complicate missions and end in disaster. How sometimes you wanted to gather up the courage to approach him and tell him, but you— you, a Mandalorian, a Fett— was scared of his denial. You were scared that you weren’t good enough for him. And you didn’t want to suffer the pain of being near him with feelings complicated between you, eventually pushing you apart. You didn’t want to live in a world where you weren’t at least friends with him, and…

Poe wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

Nothing bad— he was certain of that much, at least. He knew that before the Dyad, he’d always found you badass, had always looked forward to his little quick meetings with you and had always dreaded their endings. Yes, he did have a tiny crush on you, but he hadn’t been sure what to do with it. After all… you were a full decade younger than him.

But you were in love with him, head-over-heels, and he had a crush on you. So that should make things easy, right? It should be a simple matter of asking you out, right? Something in his gut twists at even the thought of asking you out.

Because you were in love with him. You’d been longing and yearning and pining since you were mature enough to understand the full meaning of those words. And what if he didn’t really feel these things he felt for you? What if it was just an effect of the Dyad? What, he’s just going to ask you out because of the Dyad? He’s going to use you? And when he realizes that it was only because of the Dyad, and that his feelings for you might not be as strong as he thinks? Then what?

You both were aware of the thoughts transpiring for each of you. Neither of you said anything. Not as you hiked through the desolate wilderness, not as you went about making camp. Not as you gave him instructions about how to better the camp and teach him how to start a fire from nothing but two pieces of wood and some dry brush as kindling. He mumbled something along the lines of “awesome” before sitting down across from you, trying not to stare at you as you stoked the fire and really fucking wishing that he had BB-8 with him now.

He worried for his little buddy. He hoped that BB would have seen the dangers and hid, or fled. He wondered what he’d be doing, if he were here. He also had a little selfish thought, that he wished BB-8 were present so that he could hold him, and maybe get rid of this persistent urge, no, ache, to hold something.

To hold you.

It was something Poe had been feeling all damn day. Every time you walked alongside him, it took everything in him not to reach over and hold your hand, entwine your fingers together and rid you both of this longing to be held. Ner cyar’ika, he had called you. But what did it mean? He’s pretty sure he knew.

Ner runi.

My soul.

That’s what you had called him.

Slowly, his dark chocolate eyes trailed from where he fiddled with his hands, over the fire, drawn to you. You, the badass Mandalorian that was part of one of the most powerful families there ever was, who had a heart of gold but reinforced with durasteel. You sat there cleaning your blaster, and though he couldn’t see your eyes, he felt like every few minutes you would glance at him.

Poe couldn’t take it any longer.

As if forced from his mouth, he suddenly said, very quietly, “You were never gonna tell me that you’ve been in love with me this whole time, huh?”

You froze mid-wiping the barrel. Poe immediately felt guilty, but he also wondered if you might answer. When you didn’t, unsure of what to say… he followed his instincts. He stood, making his way around the fire to sit flush against your side. He instantly felt the comfort of your presence, and he surely felt your relief.

Poe’s gaze connected to your visor, to where he knew your eyes would be looking into his. He put an arm around your shoulders, putting your blaster and tools on the ground before you before hooking his hand up under your knees to pull you half into his lap. Your soft gasp of surprise once again reminded Poe of how young you were— only 20. Only 20, and never had you taken a lover. His touch probably made you uncomfortable. He regretted the sudden advance on you.

“What are you doing?” You whispered, unsure of where to put your hands; you held them to your chest awkwardly.

“Keeping warm,” was his lame excuse. His lame excuse that both of them knew for a fact was a blatant lie. He leaned back, keeping his hold loose. Letting you know with emotions rather than words that it was okay if you wanted to pull away.

But you didn’t.

After a moment of hesitation, you started to relax. Your hands rested on his chest— did you feel his breath hitch just then? What is this? Was it the Dyad, or something more? Did he have feelings for you, or did he just think he did?

Poe started to relax, too. His hand slowly, hesitantly trailed up your arm, fingers tracing your beskar plates. He felt your breathing speed up, your uncomfortable shift. Your confusion at your own reaction. Poe inwardly kicked himself. He’d just wanted to feel you. He hadn’t meant to make you feel uncomfortable. Nobody’s ever touched her, and here I am, the love of her life, all but feeling her up. “Sorry,” He managed, but it was just the tip of the iceberg. You certainly knew how he regretted making you uncomfortable, but you responded with a low, broken hum— because you knew that deep down, he felt some kind of similar reaction.

Poe forced his hand to stop exploring your arm and come to rest on yours, which hovered over his heart. You could probably feel how it was pounding against his rib cage. His fingers slid between yours until he was holding your hand, and he wondered why he was doing any of this. “...Is this okay?” He whispered, like somebody might hear them. Honestly, he didn’t trust that the otherwise-invisible ghost Jedi wasn’t watching the exchange.

You hesitated. Your body relaxed as you took a deep breath. You squeezed his hand back. “...Yeah… Why are you doing this, Dameron?”

“I don’t know,” He replied honestly. “I just… want to, I guess?” He waited a second before adding, “...It’s Poe. It’s just Poe.”

You slowly rested your armored head on the shallow of his shoulder. He wondered if you would feel it if he kissed the top of your head. “Okay… Poe.” You sounded so soft, so sweet. Not for the first time since your bond had occurred did he wonder what your face looks like under that helmet.

“Let’s try to get some sleep, miracle,” He breathed, and he expected it not to come.

But he woke at dawn the next morning from a heavy, peaceful rest— one he hadn’t had the likes of in many years now— to you still enclosed protectively in his arms, but now also by his legs. You didn’t seem to mind. You were deeply asleep, too, he could feel it, but you laid on top of him with your hands on his chest and your armored head nestled between his shoulder and neck, under his jaw; even in your sleep, you’d been careful of your rangefinder so that it didn’t poke him in the face.

Unsure of what to do, Poe stayed like that for several minutes. He was in a bit of shock. Mandalorians notoriously never slept around anyone but each other or when alone, because they didn’t trust anyone enough. It was an intimate thing, sleeping near someone. It required the utmost amount of assurance that there was no way in hell one could get hurt. So for you to trust him enough to fall asleep not only near him, but on him, limbs entangled like this…

Poe was honored, for one.

The butterflies in his stomach showed him another feeling, too. He wasn’t sure what to do with that one yet.

Poe leaned forward slowly, afraid of waking you, before pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your helmet. A part of him thought it was weird, at first, to kiss your helmet… but then he felt relief. He closed his eyes and breathed in your scent of beskar, flight suit cotton, fuel, and lightsabers, which slightly nullified your slightly sweeter accents of second-hand exposure to spice and sugar. You smelled like ten thousand worlds, the galaxy in his arms; you smelled like a bounty hunter.

Poe smiled to himself and closed his eyes, letting himself feel you in his arms.

Thanks for reading!

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[daxxxxuke]

Shouto's Birthday

Heyy guys today it's Shouto's Birthday

Happy birth love that my first time here so be nice and sorry if my English is bad it's not my mother tang

Soo go guys.. I'm so shy for my first time 😳

Gif by katsukiwifey

I look my phone to see the time and I see that today is January 11 Which means today is my boyfriend Shouto Todoroki's birthday that little angel heart ! I take a look at the "to do list for my future boyfriend's birthday"that i did when i was 11

Make him his favorite dishes

Tell him he's beautiful all day long

Wake Him Up With A Video Greeting Plan

A Spa Day

Let him choose what he wants to do

Cooking together

Book a karaoke booth

Relive your first date

The compliment

Massage

"God I really wanted a boyfriend .Oh I know I'm going to start by making pancakes with maple syrup.Ungh" you sighed "I don't know how to doooo... I'm going to set the kitchen on fire for sure. Well, it doesn't matter, it's the intention that counts! Not true ?"

"He must have the best birthday ever !This cute boy with the perfect body must be having the best day he's ever had!And it's me [name] who will organize the best of birthdays for him! I'm awesome !"

"Well first I have to have the ingredients? Logic !" Do you say while reading the recipe on the internet minutes later Bakugo comes home from his morning jog seeing the kitchen burned down , And you on the ground half crying.

"What the fuck is it going on here?" Said the explosive blond

"I wanted to make pancakes for Shouto for his birthday" said you crying, Bakugo come to see you and kneel at your waist. It didn't really bother him as you're his childhood friend you've known him for most of your life. And having seen the burnt kitchen he knew what was happening he already knew your quite... special cooking skills?

"I'm not going to help you for him you're the only person in the class that I support more or less is it normal to do that? I guess ? "

It had been 20 minutes in total since he had started to cook the pancakes, having finished he put them on a plate. Let's be clear, I'm not doing it for him, it's for you "Yes if you want thank you I do not know what I would have done without you!" Do you say more than happy to have received his help

"Alright go join him" Say the ash blond

You went to join him and put the dish of food at the foot of his bed, starting to caress his face.Shouto it's time, get up you said starting to kiss his nose seeing that he wasn't getting up.Shoutooo happy birthday gorgeous boy kissing his scar come on it's ur birthday monochrome eyed boy starting to laugh at the repetitive kisses

"Alright it's ok I'm wake-up look" he said yawning "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" you say while kissing your boyfriend

"hey love how are u today ?" asked the boy with monochrome eyes

"Well thank you look what I have!" Says [name] taking the plate of food with a spoon.

"Oh wow thank you did you do that?" Asked the boy hair of two different colors

Hum..Well no but I wanted to make you something amazing for breakfast but I don't know how to cook so I wanted to make pancakes

And then they are very successful and very good said your boyfriend tasting the pancakes

That not mine...It's want from Bakugo he helped me make them after my try and after burning the kitchen you said with a little sad face.Hey my love it's not your fault you have lots of other abilities like um.. you're pretty you're very good at growing plants and you managed to make friends very easily and a boyfriend who loves and cherishes you every day

"Thanks Shouto to me!"

"What are you talking about ?"

It's my turn to compliment you! "I really like your scar" you say kissing his scar you are very cute and you really have a Awesome style of clothing

"Thank you [name] !"

I wanted it to be the best birthday ever! The best you've ever been has always been but it's missed I'm sorry !

"[Name] ! Look at me ! Love ! Having you by my side on my birthday is the best gift you could give me! Thank you my love he said cupping your chin and kissing you

#bnha x reader #anon #shouto x reader #todoroki x y/n #happy birthday #shoto todoroki #i love you

[deathbars]

i wanna ask u so many. but i'm gonna keep it to four...18 & 19 bcuz u asked me and it is REALLY funny. fuck the anti-semetic terf that wrote and baked her ideals in to that book series tho <3

also 1 & 3 :3c

AAHSGFHDG ok fiiiine I think my answer will be worse than yours tho bc I was not immune to the official website quizzes that came out when I was younger 😔 never read the books and still fuck her tho

18. So there was an Offical Patronous site where it'd give you this timed quiz and all my friends were like "i got a unicorn... I got a dolphin" so i was like ok fine I'll bite i did it and i got vole like just vole and I thought that was crazy bc i had saved 2 wild voles from my cat and kept them as pets (dont do this) anyway voles are great. Idk how a teeny vole would protect me from evil wizard lords tho.

19. Similar to above there was a house test and I got gryffindor but I was sure I was a Hufflepuff so I lied, then I saw this awesome vine that said "gryffnpuff" and so I took it upon myself to say that whenever someone asked until it went out of style. (Harry Potter was really popular in my area I couldn't escape) Anyway fuck that I'm a muggle now

1

Ok so to truely understand how I got this way you have to watch all the beginning seasons of lego ninjago, and pacman and the ghostly adventures without throwing up. Then listen to Creature Feature and read Homestuck. I think of all the things I did as a kid Homestuck did the most horrible things to my mind. I also make eye contact a specific way because of a specific book series I read in grade school called H.I.V.E. (the Higher Institute of Villainous Education)

3

ohhgdhh fuckj help me do these have to be current or ..all of them oh god... Maybe I'll do the relevant-ish ones. Fandoms r just things I enjoy I don't really interact with the communities much.

1. Homestuck, Gamzee. Feel thats pretty obvious. I also loved Jane and Jake. No I don't believe in the epilogues dont ask💀

2. Good Omens, Aziraphale

3. Gravity falls, Bill  I was obsessed with that fucking thing u dont even know

4. Lego Ninjago, Zane ✌️

5. Wander over Yonder, Wander clearly but also Lord Dominator because hooughhgghdghgfhg

6. PMATGA because I mentioned it before, Betrayus, because there's something very wrong with me

7. Helluva boss, Fizzarolli, and Robo Fizz they vibe w/ me ok

8. Hazbin, at least in the pilot I'm an Angel dust liker I'm sure he'll be relatively the same in the actual show but idk this ones on contingency for now.

9. H.I.V.E. , Otto aka 0110

10. Ig I can include The Amazing Digital Circus, but I almost cant choose, torn between Gangle, Kinger, and Caine rn

11. Undertale, Flowey/Asriel bc I loved the meta shit

12. Deltarune, genuinely kinda love all of them but if I were to relate to one it'd probably be Queen or maybe Jevil ... Or Kris idk damn

13. OH YEAH I LOVED LUDO FROM SVTFOE FOR SOME REASON I never finished that show but I heard it went Badly so I'm not going to finish it 🫡

Uhhh ok thats enough I think my actual childhood started when I was like 14 so I watched a lot of kids shows as a teenager and remember them unfortunately😩

#ask #asks #ask meme #long post #budpuppy #this was fun haha thanks #honorable mention for Dib from invader zim but thats complicated

[sersumdeorsum]

STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4 V1 & V2 SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT. PERSONALS / NON-RP ACCOUNTS DNI. 

UPDATED 07/07/2022 WITH NEW HEADCANONS.

okay so i’ve taken a good 24hr since i watched vol 2 to just let it sit and wait for my mind to figure this shit out. under the cut is what i’m going to be doing with max, considering she’s my most used muse here. some of this will be canon divergent for reasons i’ll list under the cut. i’m also taking this opportunity to say here, like i’ve said over at @hcrgrove, the only max that is mikey and billy’s ( @hargrxve )  sister in their twin verse is my max unless you have plotted with both myself AND cat that this is different for your max. that’s not to say my max is exclusive to them because that’s not it at all, i have some awesome threads with other billy’s (looking @ u @turnedahero). it’s just becoming a lil problem on mikey so i figured i’d mention it.

firstly, because this (and all the billy slander in that ep) pissed me the fuck off: everything that max said about billy when luring vecna was just that, a lure. sure, she had fleeting moments in the beginning wishing that something would happen and he would disappear, but as she got to know him and what he’d been through - all of the abuse that went on through his childhood and in the home they shared together - max softened to him. she became a protector, of sorts. sure she was younger and didn’t have much of the ability to, but she stood up to neil where she could. and hey, she shared something in common with him, right ? shitty dads. he was her brother, whether they liked it or not, and especially after neil was gone, they grew closer. once she understood, she never ever thought him weak. she loves him. 

everything else STILL happened. at the end of s4 vol2 max was in a coma, lost. she died in the upside down, still in vecna’s grasp. when el went into her mind, she found nothing because max wasn’t there. she’s not in there, in her own body; her spirit, soul and memories are all trapped in the upside down. vecna needs to either die, or she needs to be brought through from the upside down back into real hawkins for her to wake up. she will NOT wake up until this happens. 

POST-VOL2: her friends figure it out, with the help of her brothers and eddie, and she ends up waking up. it takes a long time though, perhaps too long. when she wakes, billy, mikey and eddie are there quickly, as soon as the hospital calls them. they break the news robbie died that day, and she was in the coma for so long that the funeral has long since been and gone. (reaction drabble to come soon). her memories still fuzzy. reading the letters that she handed out whilst at risk of vecna helped to put things into place a little bit but everything is still a little bit fuzzy. 

EDIT 07/07/2022: when she wakes up, there��s a lot of work before max can be released. whilst all her injuries are healed by the time she wakes up, because of the time spent in the coma she is very weak. she lost muscle mass and her bones became weaker, more brittle. until she put on some weight they kept her in a wheelchair and started with small exercises to strengthen the muscles, joints and bones. then it moved to walking aids which she used for a while, even when she first got out of the hospital. she can walk without them now, but sometimes max still struggles. she gets frustrated with it, especially considering it’s clear their fight isn’t over yet but it’s just how things are. at least she’s alive. 

#st spoilers #st s4 spoilers #stranger things spoilers #stranger things s4 spoilers #verses. max mayfield

[somethingboutafic]

School

MARRIED FOR A WEEK?! by gravitycentered (M) word count: 20,424 Hi guys :) You might recognize Harry from one or two of my old videos .. I was tagged in the Married for a week challenge so I asked him to be my husband ! We had to live together for a week and take each other out on a couple romantic dates and that, check out the video to see how it went :) Give it a like if you enjoyed and maybe subscribe if you haven't already. Love you all - Louis x

precious little thing by mercutionotromeo (E) word count: 21,034 a university AU featuring phone sex operator Louis, copious amounts of sweet, soft kink discovery, and Louis being Harry's Daddy.

Counting The Steps Between Us by zarah5 (E) word count: 24,526 AU. So, yeah. That year abroad helped Harry establish that he is in love with his best friend. Now, if Louis would stop treating him like a little brother, that would be awesome. (Additional ingredients: a collapsing tree house, a lot of pining, the other three boys as Louis' new best mates from university, and a camping trip. Serve hot.)

Instant Pleasure by 100percentsassy (E) word count: 25,187 This fic has everything! College Roommates! Mario Kart! Julie Andrews! Demonstrative Pronouns! Flamboyant Dom Louis! Premature Ejaculation! Niall!

even the best laid plans by falsegoodnight (E) word count: 25,190 Louis wants to have sex with someone and decides Harry is the perfect alpha for the job.

Play the Odds by alivingfire (M) word count: 25,963 Harry and Louis are best friends since childhood who, after a night of drinking, find themselves locked in a bet: first one to kiss the other a thousand times wins. Wins what? They don't know. Glory, Harry supposes. Bragging rights, though those don't do much in this economy. All Harry knows is that this is one bet he can finally win. What he doesn't expect, though, is what happens when he starts kissing his best friend on a daily basis. Namely, he doesn't expect falling head over heels in love with his best friend. Now all he has to do is make sure the bet never ends, so he never has to stop kissing Louis.

fake it till you make it by falsegoodnight (E) word count: 28,777 After a serious error in judgement causes Harry to lie to his frat brothers about being in a relationship, he begrudgingly enlists his best friend’s omega roommate to help keep up the charade. There’s only one small issue…

This Shifting Ground by zarah5 (M) word count: 28,933 University AU. In which Louis, law student, is the cheeky waiter to Harry’s dates. This is how it starts.

voicemail sings a wreck by falsegoodnight (E) word count: 37,016 Louis is the president of the biggest omega sorority on campus, Harry is the president of the biggest alpha fraternity on campus, and they do not get along.

Play Pretend, Find a Friend? by angelichl (E) word count: 40,296 When Louis sees his ex-boyfriend kissing a random girl at a party, he acts out of blind jealousy. He kisses the first guy he can find. It turns into a thing. INSPIRED BY CLOUDS.

bruise you like a peach by falsegoodnight (E) word count: 40,695 There’s two reasons Harry despises Econ. The first is that it’s boring as fuck. The second reason is a bit more personal, a bit more focused in a way. As in it’s focused on one specific thing, or in his case, person.  His name is Louis Tomlinson.

Faking It by TheCellarDoor (M) word count: 46,173 Harry pretends to date his best friend to escape unwanted attention from a too insistent classmate and hopes it won’t blow up in his face. Featuring embarrassing dildo accidents, awkward boners, longing, first times, late night conversations, emotional discoveries and Niall as the exasperated friend with bad advice.

thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in by nonsensedarling (E) word count: 52,488 Harry's alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam's latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis' financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

sleeping on our problems by falsegoodnight (E) word count: 67,429 Louis sleeps with Harry and they have more than just catching feelings to worry about.

Want You More Than A by TheCellarDoor (M) word count: 77,538 Falling in love with your step-brother’s best friend is a disaster enough. When he happens to be the boy everyone loves and you’re a nerd who wears sweater vests and cries during rom-coms, it takes it to a whole new level.

knock knock, i love you by beautlouis (E) word count: 86,066 Harry and Louis get kicked out of a statistics exam for passing a knock knock joke note, and subsequently fall in love. Harry's a virgin, there's a cat, a hot cocoa date, a lot of sex, even more knock knock jokes, and everything is lovely and happy.

Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds (NR) word count: 88,649 1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

Red Brick Heart by hazmesentir (E) word count: 98,194 Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn't expect is a surprise roommate who's loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he's ever wanted.

we're not friends, we could be anything by nooelgallagher, yoursongonmyheart (E) word count: 115,506 The one where Harry and Louis are unlikely uni flatmates who definitely don't like each other and definitely won't fall in love (even if Liam and Niall think otherwise).

Never Be by cherrystreet (E) word count: 117,522 The one where Harry Styles moves to Connecticut from England for nine months as a part of a study abroad program, and he just so happens to move in with Louis Tomlinson and family.

Unbelievers by isthatyoularry (E) word count: 136,814 It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan. Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything.

Bloodsport by isthatyoularry (E) word count: 172,653 A mortal enemies with benefits story with a touch of football, lust, and family drama. The Unbelievers Story from Harry's point of view.

Fading by tothemoonmydear (M) word count: 202,393 Louis knows about beauty; the combination of qualities that pleases the aesthetic senses. He creates that combination every day in the garments he designs while studying fashion at uni. The cut of the design, the color of the fabric, the intricacy of the stitching; it all comes together to create something beautiful. When the science student with the long legs and dimpled smile agrees to model for him, Louis decides he’s found beauty personified. Harry just thinks Louis needs someone to show him how beautiful he is.

#larry fic rec #larry fic #larry fanfiction

[denkiillgetmochiwyou]

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 - 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

-> first year (gn) manager reader meeting childhood friend/middle school friend at a volleyball tournament

warnings: none

teams: shiratorizawa, aoba johsai, fukurodani, karasuno, nekoma, inarizaki

a/n: i know nekoma’s one isn’t a volleyball tournament but close enough right-

shiratorizawa

of course you went to middle school with the little orange haired jumpy boy :/

the team is kinda shook

like 1 you know this kid? and 2 you played volleyball??

you bet tendous gonna be whining like why didnt you tell them

"youre supposed to tell your senpais everything y/n-chan!"

"i dont think thats how it works-"

you probably stopped because of an injury or smth but hinata was so glad you encouraged his dream

just two little sunshines interacting while their teams are like *surprised pikachu face* in the background

ushijima doesnt really care

just continues his warm ups they still have a game to play

goshiki thinks your pretty cool

like he already did but now that he finds out you play too?? awesome

reon and yamagata are kinda just enjoying how energetic you are

practices can be rough poor babys need a break :((

semi has to be the one to drag you away so they can play

hes usually weak to your pout but coach is about to yell and nobody wants that

aoba johsai

oikawa is fucking mad

you know someone from shiratorizawa?? no you dont!

"tsutomu-kun is nice though?"

"youre on a first name basis?!" cue dramatic cries

iwa had to smack some sense into him

the other boys dont really care that much

they cant control who youre friends with

hanamaki and matsukawa definitely asked if you were more than friends tho

"are you sure hes not your boyfriend?"

"i dont have a boyfriend!" >:( you werent happy they pointed out you were single

in the end though youre still their manager

you care about the team a lot and they realise this when you comfort them after their loss instead of talking with goshiki like you said you would

although you both had wanted to hang out you postponed

"let me treat you this time, oikawa-senpais pockets must hurt!"

they eventually let you take them out

cried harder that day knowing that you had their backs

big softies

fukurodani

yukie and kaori were the first to notice

like why were you waving at the itachiyama team???

since when did you suddenly know people

a minute ago you were hiding within the teams circle and now you were interacting with the brooding male in the corner

bokuto literally thought you were lost when he turned and you werent rhere

"agaaaaashi! we lost y/n-chan again!"

"they're over there bokuto-sa- what do you mean again?"

nervous sweating

anyways

turns out the itachiyama spiker and libero duo were your cousins who you went to middle school with

team were so surprised

bokuto wanted all sakusas stats well akaashi asked but now bo was curious

"thats an unfair advantage over kiyoomi.."

"youre our manager! its completely fair!"

konoha was more curious about whether you played

when you said you knew how to play the whole team immediately wanted to test you

shakily backing out

you werent dying today

akaashi saved you luckily

karasuno

okay you probably had an accent and they were like cool cool nice accent

and then you went to nationals

and suddenly a black and white team had the same accent

third years werent that surprised you knew people

just a little surprised you knew them that well

literally jumped at atsumu

cus hes more likely to catch you lol

boy was so excited to see you

his little baby 🥺 his childhood friend

thought you were there to support him pfft

"y/n-chan! you came to watch me!"

"they're from karasuno" suna points out how wrong he is

now you prolly played like libero or smth with them noya about to question u on receiving atsumus serves

osamu pulls ongiri out of his bag and just hands it to you while patting your head

aran kinda recognised you too

he used to see you hanging around the twins

he gives you a wave

ukai totally wanted all the twins stats

but you cant really tell him much i mean hes already watched their games

knowing every move the twins are about to make

takeda and ukais surprise when you guessed atsumus fake setter dump 😗✌

anyways you were kinda sad for the boys but like your team also won so how to feel-

atsumu and osamu were good with a hug

they knew you cared for your team

and your team did too when you came back for a big group hug lots of love

nekoma

now

you most likely met at a training camp

fukurodani sounded familiar but eh

when kuroo told you the teams you brushed it off

but when you got there you were like

hm

pretty setter boy looks like your childhood friend

yaku probably caught you glaring staring at him

"thats akaashi keiji, go say hi" yaku kinda pushing you thinks you have a crush lmao

when you bump into akaashi (you didnt to be pushed that hard :/) he looks at you for a moment before smiling softly

boy missed you

both of your teams are so surprised

bokuto whining in the background

yaku kinda frozen cus you didnt have a crush-?

yamamoto cursing the world no one stands a chance against akaashi

kenma is like the only one unbothered king

"you know each other?"

"um yeah, keiji and i used to live next to each other"

more freak outs when akaashi asks about your setting

team has shut down

since wHEN

nekomata probably dragged you into helping kenma help lev

akaashi shrugging when you whine that its his fault 

lev is offended you dont wanna help him :(

but training camps are funner now

+ being roped into helping the third gym squad grr

anyways

youre just glad you got to see akaashi again and he you

inarizaki

you probably noticed suga when watching karasunos videos with atsumu

a little confused that he was on the bench

not mentioning anything cus you wanted it to be a surprise

for suga not your team

you kinda just forgot to mention it lol

atsumu is offended get over it you baby

suga is grinning

daichi and asahi kinda remembering you

running to hug suga i want suga to hug me hhh

kita being the one to collect you i mean the game is starting soon

the team complaining 

how do you know this man-

“koushi was my older siblings friend, he’s like my brother” 

accidently mentioning he taught you how to set

hiding behind kita or aran to get away from atsumu’s questions

suna is having the time of his life filming this

having to force them back to warm ups

“stop glaring at him!”

suga getting tons of questions too

trying to explain you both weren’t in a relationship

boys are mad protective

sharing an exasperated look across the court

crying in suga’s arms after the game cus you wanted to congratulate him too but too sad :(((

coming back to your team and crying all over again when kita says he’ll talk about the team to his grandkids

offering to buy the team ramen

lots of hugs

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #shiratorizawa x reader #aoba johsai x reader #karasuno x reader #fukurodani x reader #nekoma x reader #inarizaki x reader #sakusa x reader #shiratorizawa x manager reader #karasuno x manager reader #aoba johsai x manager reader #fukurodani x manager reader #nekoma x manager reader #inarizaki x manager reader

[absolutepokemontrash]

Hi! So, I absolutely love your series where the MC is the kid of Lucifer, and I was wondering if I could request that with Diavolo and Barbatos? •v•

:0 you definitely can! Right now I’m just doing Diavolo, but Barb’s will be up sometime soon!

MC is Half Demon and Oh Shit They’re Diavolo’s Kid-

Diavolo wasn’t exactly what one would expect of the prince of Hell, I mean, he was suppressing the urge to bounce in his seat from pure excitement. I mean, his exchange program was starting! Humans, demons, and angels, all together, his dream was coming true.

All that was left was for the student to arrive, the portal opened, and the human fell flat on their back. Oof, maybe Diavolo should have set up some kind of landing zone filled with pillows. No matter! The human was-

…

What peculiar eyes this human had…

Oh… oh dear…

Dad-volo

The MC was his child, no question about it. This was… very unexpected. Well, the entire assembly hall was completely quiet, and the kid looked like they were getting impatient.

“HEY! Mind telling me what the hell is going on?!”

After that, Diavolo launches into his explanation, also the explanation that he’s definitely this kid’s dad. Kid was not impressed, they tried to square up with Diavolo and Lucifer had never been more confused as to what to do.

Well, the moment MC sprouted wings and launched themselves at Diavolo, Dia caught them with one hand and continued speaking like nothing happened.

MC, please calm down… Diavolo didn’t know they existed, let him make it up to them! They’re going to stay at the Demon Lord’s Castle! Dia’s going to be a good dad!

“This feels like the plot to the world’s most messed up fairytale.” MC jammed their hands into their pockets and grumbled. “I get sucked into hell and find out I’m royalty there. Great.”

Diavolo managed to smile and awkwardly reach out to give them a pat on the head, then retracted his hand after the kid shot him a glare. “Well, it’s not a very traditional fairytale, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy your time here.”

“Mm, sure.” MC mumbled.

Okay, so his child wasn’t that enthusiastic about the exchange program, but Diavolo was sure they’d come around.

Dia tried everything he could possibly think of to get his kid to both like him and enjoy their time as an exchange student. A lot of things had… mixed results.

Also, legally recognizing MC as his child and legitimizing them caused a big stink amongst the nobles who were opposed to the exchange program to begin with. So MC then had to deal with a few assassins. Wonderful. Fantastic. Show stopping. Dia, be a good dad and comfort your angsty murder target- I MEAN preteen.

They do manage to build a good relationship fairly quickly despite their less than stellar first impressions, and Diavolo made them a promise that he knew he wouldn’t ever break: he would let them live as normal a childhood as possible.

This means that MC gets to do all the normal kid stuff that Diavolo wasn’t allowed to do. It honestly works out great for everyone. MC gets to live their life, Diavolo gets the satisfaction of knowing that his kid’s having fun, and Barbatos doesn’t need to worry about MC causing chaos in the castle.

Man… does this kid’s magic potential scare the shit out of everyone though…

Tired Uncle Lucifer

No. This has to be a violation of his worker rights. It cannot be legal for him to be this stressed.

He knew this exchange program was a bad idea. LUCIFER FUCKING KNEW IT. This kid was judging him. Why did he suddenly feel self conscious about every single one of his features? This child was picking him apart and they hadn’t even said anything!

He confiscated Asmo’s phone immediately, this was a matter of national security! Satan’s too! Beel as- oh shit Lucifer may have to give Beel the heimlich maneuver, then take his phone.

When all the brothers eventually got back to the HOL, they were greeted with Mammon getting shaken down by Levi.

“Lucifer! Ya won’t believe this! Levi- what’s wrong with you?” “The exchange student is Diavolo’s child.” “What..?” “*pops the cork off a bottle of Demonus* the exchange student’s Diavolo’s child.”

The worst part about this kid was that they took to the privileges of being royalty like a fish to water. MC went out and did whatever the fuck they wanted, and Lucifer needed to make sure a state of national emergency wasn’t called just because MC picked a fight at RAD.

It didn’t help that MC was just so unimpressed with Lucifer. Anytime Lucifer would tell them not to do something they would just raise their eyebrows and challenge his authority without saying a word.

What the fuck.jpg

The things he does for his prince boyfriend…

Cool Uncle Mammon

Huh, so this little pipsqueak is Lord Diavolo‘s kid? Hm, do ya think they’d let him into the royal treasury? No? Okay… lame.

Mammon then decides this kid would be just perfect for scamming people! Who is going to say no to the Crown Prince’s kid? A suicidal person, that’s who!

And the kid is… up for it? Wow, Mammon didn’t even have to grovel! Awesome!

It’s such a shame that Lucifer came in and promptly removed MC from Mammon’s presence. Tsk, killjoy…

Mammon and MC do get along swimmingly after MC stops angsting. Whenever they hang out it’s pure chaos.

And they would have gotten away with it too- wait, they do get away with it. Because who’s going to question the Crown Prince’s kid? >:)

Reclusive Uncle Leviathan

Levi was in the middle of throttling Mammon for his money back when Lucifer burst through the door looking like he had spent over 1000 Grimm on a gacha game only to not get the card he wanted.

And where was that human he said would be staying with them? Huh? The human’s HUH????!!!!

… wack. Maybe he shouldn’t have skipped out on that Student Council Meeting…

Either way, ew, new person he needed to talk to. NO THANKS. Well, no thanks until MC started to visit the HOL to hang out with Mammon. Of course those two normies decided to bug him. OF COURSE.

Levi finally snapped when MC loudly proclaimed that they could totally beat Levi in Mario Kart. Haha, NO. Levi challenged the little runt to a 1 v 1 race on Rainbow Road.

Kid lost. Obviously. Rainbow Road is rigged.

Honestly, kid’s alright. Still a total normie, but not completely terrible.

Cat Uncle Satan

Huh, a half human child of the soon to be demon king, how very interesting.

Oh, and just look at Lucifer’s face. :D priceless. Satan wished he was fast enough to get his DDD out to snap a picture, but he wasn’t able to…

But back to MC, oh how very intriguing. How much power do they have in comparison to Diavolo? Will using that power rip their fragile little body apart? Would they learn to control it? Satan was just dying to find out.

His feelings on the child themselves were mixed at best. They were clearly unhappy with the situation and Satan could sympathize, being thrust into a completely new world and then being told you can’t leave and are also royalty? That has to be hard. But this kid was still being an unreasonable little shit.

Satan continued to try and study MC from afar until the kid themselves walked right up to him and half demanded half pleaded for his help in studying for a test.

Not being one to avoid an opportunity to flex how smart he is, Satan agreed to help out. (Nerrrrd)

And honestly, it went well. When the kid wasn’t being a little shit, they were actually quite pleasant to be around.

Overly Affectionate Uncle Asmo

…wut

Listen, when Asmo asked Lucifer to pick a cute human, he didn’t mean cute as in CHILD.

This kid was DIAVOLO’S?! What lucky human had gotten to have the experience of [Jesus Fucking Christ, Asmo I’m not writing what he said for the sake of the nation]

Anyhoo~ little MC just made his heart go “SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SO CUTE!” They were so cute Asmo could just eat them up!

But they were so mean! That scowl they always had on was going to give them wrinkles and ruin their perfectly cute face!

Sigh, oh well. He can’t manually rearrange people’s expressions. What he can do is take this child shopping. Poor Diavolo was constantly in his RAD uniform, this poor innocent baby shouldn’t have to suffer the same fate.

The kid continued to scowl at everything, but at the same time, their little quips were very entertaining. This little kid spitting verbal venom at anyone who displeased them reminded Asmo of someone… he just couldn’t place who, but they definitely had amazing hair and a cute face :3

Hungry Uncle Beel

Where’s the takeout- I mean human? What’s happening? …are all humans this small? Dang, that’s barely enough for a snack.

So the human’s not going to live with us because they’re not fully human and Diavolo’s kid? Huh. Wild. Anyway, what’s for dinner?

Beel’s not too invested in this drama, he misses Belphie too much to be that interested…

The kid’s weirdly interested in how cool and strong Beel is though. MC tails him to the gym pretty often.

Diavolo and Beel already being gym buddies send tweet-

Since this benevolent little shit likes Beel so much, they decided to take it upon themselves to help with the family drama.

Beel finds that very sweet 🥺

Murder sleepy Uncle Belphie

Oh man… if you thought Belphie was being unfair to L!MC due to their parentage… hoo boy…

When this kid waltzed up the attic steps like they ran the place, Belphie needed to hold himself back from trying to break down the door and throttle this kid.

Pff, of course Diavolo would have a half human kid. Of course.

…kid beat the shit out of him when he tried to kill them. We stan this MC.

After all is said and done, Belphie still isn’t overly fond of MC. They’re brash and rude and only funny 40% of the time. They don’t even like napping 😒

But Beel likes the little runt, so Belphie and MC put up with each other.

Bonus! Your Angelic Uncle Simeon’s Chihuahua

:0 friend!

MC: *speaks*

>:0 not friend! Begone! *throws crucifix*

#obey me #obey me! #obey me! shall we date? #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #Obey me Headcanons #obey me! headcanons #obey me Diavolo #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor

[jlalafics]

Since I think that Katniss has a hatred (or at least strong dislike) of fashion in almost any AU, I would love to see what you do with “I swear to god, I’ll beat you to death with my high heels, if you don’t shut the fuck up. ” from the one-liners prompt list!

First, I'm sorry for the tardiness! However, this idea has been kind of stewing in my head in-between book editing and life.

I think there could be more...?

Also, thank you @jedimandy for the prompt!

Summary: Peeta Mellark returns home for the one wedding he never wanted to attend. Everlark.

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Stepping out of his car, Peeta took a breath before heading toward the two-story colonial house. It had been years since he had been here, but the place looked as fresh and new as the day that his family moved in.

“Hey loser!” Turning, Peeta was greeted with the familiar grin of his childhood friend, Gale. The man strode towards him, pulling him into his strong embrace as soon as they were within arms’ reach. “It’s been ages, bro! How are you?”

He smiled tiredly at Gale. “Exhausted after a 12-hour flight.” His gaze went to the house. “Now really ready to go in—”

Gale’s expression went somber. “I know it’s a hell of a reason to come back—”

“Yeah, but it’s not every day that your brother marries your high school sweetheart.” Peeta grimaced. “How bitter do I sound?”

His friend snorted. “Well, you definitely sound like you’re here under duress.”

“Mom guilt, you know.” He turned toward the house. “Better get in there.”

“Of course. Listen, Madge and I will be having some people over tomorrow night for dinner. We’d love for you to come.”

Nodding, Peeta smiled at the man.

“I’ll be there. I mean, everyone knows not to turn down an invite from Madge Hawthorne.”

Gale laughed. “Unless you want her to drag your ass over. Six—bring wine and your cheese rolls.”

“Got it,” he agreed. “See you tomorrow.”

With a wave, Gale headed down the street and out of sight.

Steeling himself, Peeta looked to the house before heading towards the front door.

++++++

His childhood room looked the same, right down to the blue plaid wallpaper and the wrestling trophies on his bookshelves. His textbooks sat on his cherrywood desk as if he had just stepped out to take a quick break before going back to studying for his exams.

Seriously, it was like a goddamn shrine.

It’s been almost five years since that infamous Thanksgiving.

That day, Peeta left those textbooks as well as whatever connection he had to District 12.

There was a tentative knock and he sat up, his twin mattress creaking with his motion.

The door opened and his brother, Rye, peeked inside, giving him a careful smile. “Hi.”

He stepped in, closing the door behind him. However, his older brother kept his distance.

“I wanted to make sure you were settled in,” Rye started. “Mom said that you got in early this morning. She’s been cooking up a storm for dinner tonight—”

“Did you need something?”

His words came out bitingly and that blip of hope in Rye’s eyes faded.

“Delly and I will be here. Bran and Johanna are coming, too…”

“Awesome. Can’t wait,” he snapped.

“Peeta…I don’t know how many times I can say I’m sorry before you could even think of forgiving me. I never meant for it to happen. And I know that it took a lot for you to come here after everything—”

“I’m only here because Mom and Dad asked me to.” Peeta sneered at his brother. “Did you really think that I wanted to come to this wedding? Especially after finding out that you both went behind my back while I was in my first year of college? We were still together, Rye. Right before I came back for Thanksgiving, Delly was telling me how much she missed me…were you feeding her lines over the phone?"

“No!” Rye’s blue eyes were glassy. “She did miss you. We both did. My God, Peeta. You’re my brother and my best friend—”

“You don’t get to call me that.”

Rye sniffled. “Which one?”

Closing his eyes, Peeta tried to display a semblance of grit before answering.

“Both.”

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Nursing the beer bottle in his hand, Peeta stepped out onto the porch of the Hawthorne house.

Inside, Gale was discussing the latest policies at District 12 High, where he was both teacher and wrestling coach, with Bran—Peeta’s eldest brother. Johanna, his very pregnant sister-in-law, was helping Madge with dinner—by sampling everything that had been set out on the dining table.

In a show of solidarity, Gale had not extended the invitation to Rye—though they were co-workers. He and Madge insisted on neutral ground, so no one spoke of the wedding or the couple-who-would-not-be-named.

Last night at their family dinner, Bran had greeted him with a firm hug before smacking him on the side of the head for taking so long to visit. His sister-in-law echoed his sentiment with a kiss and a smack to the opposite side.

Bran and Johanna had been together since high school, marrying right after graduation.

Literally after.

Since, as Johanna explained after their announcement, ‘they were already dressed fancy.’

Peeta had always wanted that—that certainty—and he thought he had that with Delly. He was so confident in them that he didn’t blink an eye when he left for school.

And look where that got him.

“I could practically smell the hostility—and Axe deodorant—wafting off you.”

He looked up, not even noticing the new occupant at the opposite end of the porch. The woman approached and under the moonlight, Peeta could make out her smoky almond-shaped eyes and wide smile. She wore a red bodycon dress and black stilettos, her dark waves bouncing against her shoulders as she walked. However, her gait was awkward in the heels, and she just barely made it to him before almost twisting her ankle.

Peeta chuckled as she muttered a curse. He took her hand, helping her to sit on the porch steps.

He smirked. “Is this your first time walking…ever?”

The woman whipped her head at him, eyes blazing.

“I swear to God, I’ll beat you to death with my high heels, if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

Peeta held his hands up. “Sorry!” Her mouth relaxed into a slight smile. “I’m Peeta.”

“I know who you are,” the woman retorted. “Everyone knows Peeta Mellark.”

Of course—he was the town charity case.

The boy whose brother stole his girlfriend right under his nose. The man who had to attend their wedding with a smile on his face when, in actuality, he was dying inside.

“You had the best ass on the wrestling team,” she finished before shaking her head. “I can’t believe you don’t remember me. I was only your biggest fan—at least, that’s what Gale called me.” He peered at the woman, searching for a clue on who she was. “Okay, let me give you a visual. Red glasses, wore an olive jacket, hair in two braids…”

A lone memory of a sweet fifteen-year-old flashed in his mind. She had an awkward walk even then…tripping over her Chuck Taylors whenever she was around him.

Peeta turned to her, a soft smile spreading on his lips. “Katniss Everdeen.”

“Live and in living color.” She smiled back. “My cousin told me that I wouldn’t want to miss dinner.”

Katniss—Gale’s younger cousin—spent most of her time at the Hawthorne house as her parents worked all the time. Whenever Peeta came by, she was always playing video games with Vick while Rory and Prim, Katniss’ younger sister, were watched by Mrs. Hawthorne.

Gale indulged her, letting the young girl hang with them while they talked about their matches or their girlfriends. She had practically been one of the guys.

Through his peripheral, he eyed the graceful curves of her figure.

Presently, Katniss was definitely not one of the guys.

“You know they’re all paired inside,” he informed her. “And I’m sorry—but I’m a shit person to be stuck with.”

Katniss scoffed. “Yeah, whoever thought that you wouldn’t come back bitter and surly was out of their damn mind.” She looked at him. “I’m sorry you got played.”

“Me, too.”

Katniss slid off her heels. “Were you really in love with Delly?” She stretched her toes. “I mean like over the moon, scream it from the mountain tops kind of in love? Was it worth losing all this time with your family? Your friends?”

No one had ever asked him that.

It had been such a whirlwind that day. Rye and Delly had sat him down after dinner and he had been packed up to leave within the hour. He could still hear his mother’s teary voice…Bran’s angry shouts at their brother…the anguish in Delly’s voice as she called out to him…

Yeah, it did hurt.

However, when Peeta really thought about it, it wasn’t heartbreak.

What hurt more was the look. The look in Delly’s eyes as she stared at Rye during their talk. That look of just utter adoration—he craved that look his whole life.

Now Peeta wasn’t sure if he had wanted it from Delly, or if he had just projected all his hopes for a great love in her.

“Maybe not,” he finally said. “But there’s no going back from what happened.”

“You’re here now,” she replied. “You can make it up to your family and friends. And I’m not saying that you should be all live and let live with Delly and Rye, but you can be civil and let everyone know that you’re not a shut-in.”

“Who said I was a shut-in?”

“Please. Your mom was calling every mother with a single daughter within a 15-mile radius to let them know that her youngest—and very single—son was coming home and would anyone be willing to entertain him.” Katniss stretched her legs, letting out a low groan that caused his stomach to tighten. “God love your mom. She is determined to keep you from wallowing. Unless…”

Peeta turned to see Katniss smiling maniacally. “Unless what?”

“Unless I’m your date for the wedding,” she stated bluntly. “I’ll even do all the other boring crap with you like the rehearsal dinner. Think of me as a buffer for all awkward moments. Trust me, I’ll make it uncomfortable for everyone but you.”

“Why?”

“For entertainment.” She sat back, staring up at the sky. “Also, I’ve always liked you, Peeta. You didn’t deserve the hand you were dealt and if I can help my childhood crush, it’s a bonus.”

Peeta smiled. “I was your childhood crush?”

Katniss smirked, her eyes shining with mirth. “Many a masturbatory session featured you in your wrestling uniform.”

“I can still do a lot of those wrestling moves; you know.” Her stare widened at his words and even in the darkness, Peeta could see the rosiness infuse her cheeks. “In case, you were wondering.”

“Well, fuck me,” she drawled before leaning towards him. “What do you think?”

Peeta examined his situation for a moment. Yes, this wedding was going to be awkward as hell for him and he was coming in single with nothing to show but a manuscript of his rambles.

And, Katniss was witty, charming, and full of life—the exact opposite of himself.

She was exactly what he needed.

Also, who could deny that Katniss Everdeen was gorgeous?

Judging by the semi in his lower half, he didn’t.

He nodded. “I think that I have myself a date.”

Katniss grinned. “Should we seal it with a kiss?”

Peeta couldn’t help but laugh. “Why not? Give it your best shot.”

She rose onto her knees, her hand traveling to his cheek as her mouth ghosted his.

“Oh, you’re in trouble.”

About five seconds later, he knew undoubtedly that he was fucked.

*I think I have another part for this in my brain.

#prompt request #Everlark #Everlark Ficlet #Everlark Fanfiction #writer!Peeta #justoutofcollege!Katniss #older!Peeta #just by a few years #weddingdate!Everlark

[bitch-for-bo]

Jealousy (Miya Atsumu x chubby reader)

POST TIME SKIP

Bokuto and his childhood best friend have gotten awfully close lately, a little too close for Atsumu's liking. He's mad about how much attention you give to Bokuto after a game, when you confront him about his attitude, things quickly get out of control.

ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS ALLOWED!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Atsumu’d had enough. He’d been watching you shamelessly ogle over and compliment Bokuto for the last five minutes, and you’d failed to notice him or congratulate him once. All he’d gotten so far was a quick kiss along with a ‘good game’ before you’d ran over to Bokuto to hype the hitter up.

He didn’t care that you were just having a light good-natured conversation with your childhood friend. All he could focus on was the way that your bodies were unconsciously tilted towards each other or how Bokuto’s hands were lingering a little too much as he wrapped them around you for a hug.

It wasn’t just today either. All it had been with you for the last week at least, was how awesome and strong Bokuto was. Not to mention how built he was. God, you went to the gym with Bokuto once, and now you wouldn’t stop rambling about how surprisingly ripped the spiker was beneath his jersey.

All it was was,

“Oh my god, did you know that Bokuto can hip thrust almost 600 pounds! God! He could crush me with those thighs!”

Or

“We were goofing off and Bokuto actually picked me up and squatted me!”

All of these things were said in front of the whole MSMBY team, causing Bokuto to puff up with pride, Hinata to marvel at his awesomeness, Sakusa not to care, and Atsumu to go off and seeth to himself.

Of course, you didn’t know the effect that you had on Atsumu. You couldn’t tell that every time you playfully flirted with Bokuto, telling him how handsome and strong he was, that Atsumu was filled with the urge to rip you away and fuck you right in front of the whole team, letting them know just who you belonged to.

You didn’t know this because, while Atsumu was incredible at communicating with his teammates, he was shit at expressing his feelings when it came to you. This led to him bottling up all of his feelings until they became too much for him. At which time he would go and rant to a very jaded and very annoyed Kiyoomi.

“Yeah, but did you see that one hit in the second set Y/N! Wasn’t it awesome!” Bokuto asked excitedly, bouncing back and forth on the pads of his feet as the two of you had a very animated conversation about the game he just played.

“Of course I did Bo! It was so cool!” You exclaimed back, matching his exuberant energy with your own.

You were incredibly proud of your childhood best friend, and you were super thankful that he just happened to be on the same team as your boyfriend. It made it to where you were always able to cheer both of them on without them being on opposite sides of the court. In your eyes, it was a win-win.

“Yeah well, maybe it was ‘cause someone gave you an awesome set,” Atsumu grumbled just loud enough for you and Bokuto to hear as he stood a couple of feet away from you with his arms crossed and a childish scowl on his face.

“Oh, don’t be like that Tsumu. Bo’s spike was fantastic!” You lightly scolded the blonde to which he just made a ‘hmph’ sound before turning and sulking away.

You had no clue why Tsumu got like this when you congratulated Bokuto. It wasn’t like you didn’t congratulate him as well. You always made sure that the blonde was the first and the last to receive cheers from you. So you had no idea why he was being so fussy lately.

As Atsumu walked away Bokuto could practically see the waves of anger radiating off of his back, and he guiltily ignored them. He knew why Atsumu acted like that when Y/N congratulated his spikes. He knew why Atsumu hated the idea of his girlfriend going to the gym and hanging out with one of his teammates.

He knew that the way that he interacted with Y/N made Atsumu angry, but he ashamedly did it regardless.

He couldn’t help it. The two of you had been so close as children, you grew up together, he knew everything about you. He knew your favorite color, all of your fears, your dreams, and when the two of you had decided to attend different high schools and got out of touch it had really hurt him.

That was why he was so happy when he joined the Jackals, that you just happened to be the girlfriend of one of his new teammates. Over the last couple of months, the two of you had re-ignited your old friendship and things were just like old times.

Well, they were just like old times until Bokuto realized that you weren’t the kid he used to know. Your personality was fundamentally the same, but drastically different at the same time.

He remembered back in primary school just how shy and insecure of a girl you were. He remembered defending you against the people who would bully you for your size, and comforting you when you cried about the mean things they would say.

Bokuto had always despised those people that had made you hate yourself. So every chance he got he would try to cheer you up and let you know just how great you really were.

Over the years, that insecure part of you really changed. It changed so much that at first Bokuto wasn’t sure if it was really you. No longer did you walk with your gaze on the floor, covering your body with too-baggy clothing. No longer did you apologize unnecessarily or hold your tongue in conversations.

The moment that he’d seen you with Atsumu, he was completely taken back. You had been wearing a corset top and jeans that perfectly hugged your plush frame as well as a pair of black heels.

You had always been afraid of showing your body like that in the past. You didn’t like the way that your stomach wasn’t flat or the way that your thighs rubbed together and shook when you walked. He’d also never seen you in a pair of heels before, you were always afraid of being taller than the guys seeing as you were already pretty tall without heels on.

Much to Bokuto’s surprise and delight, you finally seemed comfortable in your body, confident even. And for good reason too because, in Bokuto’s opinion, your body had developed into one of the best bodies he’d ever seen. He would discreetly stare at you when you were with the team, his eyes fixating on the way that you jiggled and bounced every time you moved. He couldn’t help but develop a bit of jealousy towards Atsumu. After all, you were the blonde’s and not his, and sometimes, he would let his mind stray and wonder if he’d be in Atsumu’s place if the two of you had never lost touch.

“Anyways,” you said, pulling Bokuto out of his small daydream, “Are you guys gonna go out and celebrate tonight?”

You made sure to ask loud enough to where all of the Jackal’s heard. The players you didn’t speak to much just ignored you, including the captain who muttered something about being way too beat to go clubbing.

Hinata said he was going to go and hang out with Kageyama.

Sakusa said he wanted to go shower and rest.

And Atsumu was still fuming to himself, refusing to acknowledge your question.

“Hmm, I guess not,” Bokuto said, his hair slightly deflating. He was thinking about how it would be fun to go out when his body suddenly reminded him of the hard game that he just played. “To tell the truth Y/N, I’m pretty exhausted. I think I’ll follow Kiyoomi’s lead and just rest up.”

You frowned, yet nodded in understanding. They just played a really strenuous match so you couldn’t blame any of them for not feeling up to going out.

“I get it, make sure you all recover well!” you offered, your bright signature smile coming across your face and managing to increase the atmosphere’s energy a bit.

Bokuto waved as he and Hinata left the gym to head back to the hotel they were staying at for the night, each of them recapping their best plays of the night like feuding children.

You waved back before turning to your boyfriend, your frown returning when you saw that he was still sulking.

Atsumu didn’t even acknowledge you as he walked right past you and stomped out of the gym. Your frown only deepened at your boyfriend’s behavior, was he really opposed to you congratulating his teammates?

“Hey!” you called after Atsumu, trying to jog to catch up to him. “Hey!” you restated, you could tell that he was taking a little longer strides than usual, knowing that your chubby legs wouldn’t be able to keep up unless you shifted from a walk to a jog.

After he still didn’t reply, you decided to hold your tongue until you got to his hotel room, you didn’t want everyone in the building hearing your relationship squabbles and you definitely didn’t want to attract the attention of any paparazzi.

The walk to the hotel was dead silent. Atsumu was making no attempt to talk to you, and you decided that if he didn’t want to talk to you, you didn’t want to talk to him. And even if you did want to talk to him, you’d have to jog as you did it seeing as the asshole was still walking just fast enough to stay two or three strides ahead of you.

Once you made it to the hotel and after a very awkward elevator ride, the two of you arrived at the door to his room. He turned to look at you.

“You’re not planning on staying are you?” He asked coldly, looking down his nose at you as your mouth popped open in surprise.

While Atsumu was normally a great boyfriend, he really knew exactly what to say to hurt you. After a couple of months of dating, you had opened up to him about your past traumas and admitted to him that you used to only feel like a nuisance to people. He’d assured you that you were never a nuisance to him, that he could never grow tired of you. And him saying that made you feel a little bit better about that particular insecurity. So when he said that, your heart dropped.

“Oh,” you said quietly.

As soon as your gaze dropped to the floor, Atsumu knew that he’d really fucked up and guilt automatically began eating at his stomach. He felt incredibly bad and yet his mouth wouldn’t open to apologize.

“ok,” you continued, you could feel yourself wanting to cry but stopped yourself in fear of your tears only fueling Atsumu’s annoyance with you.

No one liked a clingy crybaby, you told yourself as you bit your lip to hold back the emotions.

“I guess I’ll just go back home, maybe I’ll see if Bo wants to go get some food,” you mumbled, turning to leave the setter.

“Of fucking course…” you heard Atsumu muttered under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear.

You turned back around, slightly angry at Atsumu’s attitude. You had tried to be sensible and walk away, giving him space, but if the asshole wanted to talk under his breath at you, you had every right to get angry. If he thought something was wrong he needed to man up and let it out.

“What’d you say?” You asked, your hands starting to fist at your sides.

“You heard me.” Atsumu sneered back, crossing his arms across his chest but not retreating into his hotel room. If anything the actions only caused your frustration to grow. Why the fuck was he being like this? He’s acting like a literal child.

You took a few quick steps towards the blonde, jabbing your finger into his chest as you glared up at him.

“Listen,” you hissed, “I have no fucking clue why you’re acting like this, but it’s not cute and it’s hurting my feelings. I’m not a mind-reader, if you have something bothering you, you have to tell me.”

“What?” Atsumu growled. He couldn’t believe that you really didn’t know what was bothering him. There was no way someone could be that fucking naive.

“You heard me.” you snipped back, your arms coming up to cross your body in a stance mirroring his.

Before you could tell what was happening, Atusmu had grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you inside of his room, the door slamming behind the two of you as he automatically trapped your body against it.

While you were still stunned by the extreme progression of events, Atsumu had unlooped your belt and fastened it around your wrists, securing them firmly behind your back.

“Hey! What the fuck Atsumu!” You seethed, your arms straining against the leather as the position forced your chest out against Atsumu’s.

“You really wanna know what’s bothering me?” he asked, the anger visible on his face.

“Yes!” You exclaimed in frustration, “that’s what I’ve been wanting to know for the last 15 goddamn minutes!”

As soon as you’d finished your sentence, Atsumu’s face got eerily calm. Instead of the scowl that’d been on his face a second ago, there was his usual smirk. A chill ran down your spine.

His hands left their place on your confined wrists to tightly grip your hips, almost hard enough to leave bruises.

“What a dirty mouth for such a pretty little thing.” He drawled, leaning closer to you until you could almost taste the sweat that had dried onto his temples.

“What ar-”

“ Shhh …” he cut you off, one hand coming up to press a finger against your mouth before going back down and curling lightly around your throat. “You wanna know what’s bothering me, Princess?”

His lips were against your jaw, his teeth scraping against the skin as he mumbled.

“Maybe…..” he continued, the hand that was on your hip tracing across your stomach until it came to the button of your jeans. He popped them open, eliciting another protest from you which he silenced with a slightly harder squeeze to your throat.

Your body was betraying you with every touch he left against your skin. You really didn’t want to give him the reactions that he so clearly craved, but you just couldn’t help the way your body responded to him.

“Maybe it’s because you dress like such a little slut at my games…. Are you trying to distract me, Princess?” He asked, his teeth disconnecting from your jaw as he pulled your jeans down and off of your body before reconnecting even rougher than before.

All you’d been wearing to the match was a pair of high waisted denims along with a simple black cropped tank top, you’d have worn one of Atsumu’s jerseys but they were all dirty at the moment. It was a simple outfit, it wasn’t anything to get pissed over, definitely not this pissed.

“No” you mumbled, still not wanting to let Atsumu know that his touch was affecting you as much as it was.

“Or were you trying to distract other guys, Princess? Were ya trying to show off yer pretty body to them like a little whore?”

Atsumu had worked your jeans completely off and was hooking his fingers around the band of your panties, obviously planning to tear them off of you as well.

Atsumu had never called you such mean things before and part of you hated the idea of him trying to tear your confidence down with the terms, but at the same time, there was no denying the terrible effect it was having on your body. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter at the condescending words of your boyfriend and your resolve was quickly dissipating into the want to obey and submit to him with every fiber of your being.

“N-No!” you stuttered as you squealed at the feeling of Atusumu practically ripping your panties off of your body.

“ Liar.” he spat before taking your soaked panties and stuffing them into your mouth, effectively shutting you up as you moaned around the cloth at the lewd actions.

“You wanted all those guys to stare at yer ass didn’t you?” he asked, punctuating the question with a sharp slap to your ass, making you cry out and fall against his chest as he pulled you into him, one hand gripping your throat still as the other began to roam your plush silhouette.

“Or did you want them looking at your pretty tits?” he continued, taking your tank top between his fingers and pulling it down to expose your heaving chest, discovering that you’d been wearing one of those tops with a built-in bra.

“ A-aa ” you tried to moan out his name around the gag as his graceful setter fingers began to play with your already hard nipples.

“No bra? You really are my little slut aren’t ya? ” One of his hands continued to play with your breasts as the other slowly dragged down your waist, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

You keened against his body as his middle finger roughly slipped across your slit, drawing delicious circles around your clit. The fight in you was almost completely gone. You hadn’t forgiven your asshole boyfriend, it just felt so good to have him pressed up against you like this, touching you, controlling you.

“ Shit... “ he grunted, his finger sliding easily against you due to how incredibly wet you were for him.

His cock was straining against his shorts, but he knew that he didn’t want to give you his cock just yet, he needed to punish you first for how you’d been acting. Acting so naughty, such a little tease. You deserved to be taught a lesson.

“Does watching me play make you horny Princess, do you stand there and imagine getting to sit on my cock?” He asked, his fingers playing with your pussy as he started to walk you into the bathroom, his fingers never leaving your cunt.

“Mhmm.” You moaned in compliance.

Your body was hot with the need for his cock inside of you as the memory of the game played in your head. The way that he moved on the court never failed to soak your panties as you stood and cheered him on in the audience. Every single game you would watch his serves, just thinking about how he was just as powerful off the court as he was on. You couldn’t help but get wet just thinking about the possibility of fucking him after the game.

You thought that, with how Atsumu was acting, you weren’t going to get any victory dick today, turns out that you were obviously wrong. Not only were you getting dick, you were getting it like you’d never gotten it before. You could still feel the anger seeping out of Atsumu as his cruel fingers continued to torture you.

“Well, only good girls get their pussies stuffed.” he breathed against your neck, a pitiful whine leaving your lips as he slowly pushed a finger into your pussy.

“ Are you gonna be a good girl for me? ” He asked, mentally groaning at the way your soft walls clenched around the thick digit.

With the way that your tight wet cunt fluttered around his fingers, he almost forgot why he was mad. It was incredible the way that you could make him forget things like that, the way that you had him wrapped around your cute stubby fingers.

“Mhm!” you nodded frantically. Your hands were still bound and your mouth still gagged, so all you could do to convey your desperate message was moan and rub yourself against Atsumu like a bitch in heat, your hips pathetically trying to fuck yourself down onto his finger.

“What’s that?” he snickered, a second finger pressing into your cunt as the first found your g-spot, stroking up into the spongy texture without mercy.

You cried out, you could feel yourself starting to lose it. Usually, you could last much longer than this, but something about the way that Atsumu was manhandling you this time, made it so much harder to keep cool.

It felt like the setter had taken over all of your senses as he continued to finger fuck you into the wall of the bathroom. One hand was fucking your pussy and massaging your clit while the other was kneading your tits, pinching your nipples. At the same time, his mouth was latched onto your neck, sucking deep bruises into the skin, branding you for his whole team to see.

“That’s right Princess..” he groaned, he could feel you clenching harder around his fingers and he knew that you were getting close. “Imma mark you up so good everyone’s gonna know who you belong to.”

You knew that Atsumu was the jealous, possessive type, but nothing could’ve prepared you for just how extreme the problem was. You still didn’t know what sparked this little tantrum and you had the feeling that you wouldn't be able to pull the reason out of the setter until you let him have his way. Hopefully, you’d be able to walk after.

You could feel your end rising, the familiar feeling of a rubber band in your lower belly getting ready to snap. You threw your head back against the wall, trying to keep yourself from crying with the delicious pressure building up inside of you.

Atsumu must’ve known you were close, he used his free hand to help you rotate your arms over your head, twisting the belt around to allow the movement but not to allow you freedom.

“Hold your cunt open for me baby,” he demanded, guiding your hand down to your pussy and directing your arms to press against your stomach and your fingers to hold yourself open to where he could see his fingers fucking into you.

You were a mess, moaning and drooling around the gag as Atsumu’s gaze focused on the way that you continued to suck him back in with every pump of his wrist. He spat on his other hand before giving your clit a light spank, making you jerk against his hold, all of the air completely leaving your lungs as you clenched around his fingers.

“ Yeah …” he growled, his palm beginning to rub against your clit, the quick wet movements making you start crying with pleasure.

“W-nmnmwn” you begged around the gag, trying to warm Atsumu that you were about to cum. He liked it when you asked permission, so you always did and now your body was conditioned to where you almost couldn’t cum without him saying you could.

“What was that Princess?” he asked smugly, he knew exactly what you were trying to say. He knew that while you were acting like a little whore towards Bokuto lately, he was the one that owned your body, he knew that his baby wouldn’t disobey him and cum without permission.

You continued to beg around the gag, your hips and legs burning with the exertion of searching for your high against his hand. You were getting desperate. You looked up at your boyfriend.

Atsumu almost came at the sight of you looking up at him.

You looked so pretty for him, drool on your chin, tears in your eyes, he swore that before he was done with you, those tears would be running down your face, that he would make you cry and beg for his cock, make you admit that only he could fuck you this good. Not Bokuto, not anyone, just him.

“Do you wanna cum for me, Princess?” He asked.

You nodded.

“Okay then… cum for me Princess …” he demanded, leaning in, pulling down your gag, and taking your lips in a punishing kiss.

You cried out into his mouth, your orgasm finally washing over your body, causing it to spasm and jerk in Atsumu’s grip as he held you to his body, his fingers brutally fucking you through your high.

As soon as you’d stopped shaking, Atsumu slipped his fingers out of you and flipped you around, pressing his cock against your ass as your front was pressed into the bathroom counter. You rested your head down against the mirror, your eyes closing as your body still reeled from your orgasm.

You needed a little breather, but that wasn’t in Atsumu’s plan. His hand came down across your ass, making you squeak and lurch forward, your tits pressing down against the counter and your ass popping up into the air.

“Now come on Princess,” he drawled, pulling his cock out of his pants and thrusting it into you without warning, ripping a cry from your chest, “yer not tired yet are ya? We’re just getting started!”

“Nooo please ‘Tsumu...” you gasped, pushing yourself further into the counter, trying and failing to evade his touch.

His cock was hot and heavy inside of your still spasming pussy. You could feel every vein in him as you continued to pulse around him, he almost felt like his dick was suffocating in your soft puffy walls.

Atsumu groaned as he started to slowly fuck into you. He knew that if he started out going as fast as he’d like to, he’d be finished way too soon for his liking so he decided to slow his hips, his cock languidly dragging against your warm insides.

Atsumu couldn’t help these feelings of jealousy. After all, Bokuto was bigger and stronger than him. Deep down, he knew that the reason he was so bitter about you and the hitter’s friendship was that he was afraid of you leaving him for the owl-like spiker.

That’s why Atsumu chose to fuck you in the bathroom. He knew that the wall in the bathroom was the closest wall to Bokuto’s room. He knew that if he fucked you hard enough, he could make you scream his name loud enough to where his teammate would hear you. Then Bokuto would know just who you wanted stuffing your pretty little pussy.

“Come on Princess.” he teased, his hips grinding against your ass with a particularly hard thrust that had your mouth popping open and your lungs gasping for air.

“ You know you love this cock ……” he grunted when your pussy flared around him, clenching against his cock at the words, he grinned, he never knew that you liked getting fucked like a little slut, but now that he knew he swore that he’d never be able to return to fucking you like he had before. Not with the way that you were leaking for him as his degrading words cut through you like a hot knife.

You’d already adjusted to having him inside of you, the heat of him inside of you only being soothed by the cool countertop against your tits. You moaned with every thrust, you could already feel your mind beginning to fog over as Atsumu thrust behind you, plotting to fuck you dumb.

He suddenly stilled his hips, making you whine, trying to push yourself back onto him.

“‘Tsumu…” you whined, your eyes meeting his in the bathroom mirror, “move…”

He smirked, clicking his tongue at his messed up little baby.

“Tell me how much you love my cock, Princess.” He said, taking his dick completely out of you to rub it against your pussy lips, “tell me how much you love it and maybe I’ll fuck you again.”

Your face burned with humiliation. Atsumu had never acted this way before. Sure he was an asshole, but never this much of an asshole. That being said, there was no denying the impact that this side of Tsumu had on your body. You felt like you’d been enveloped in fire, every part of it burning up with need.

“ Please ‘Tsumu… .” you begged, “ I love your big cock so much….please fuck me …”

Atsumu groaned, his dick twitching against your slit. He loved hearing you like this, your voice broken as you begged for him to fill you. He could see the tears beginning to fall down your cheeks. So pretty.

“Since you asked so nicely Princess-” he cooed before harshly pumping his cock back into you, starting to fuck into you at a pace that had you crying and bucking back against him.

“Fuck!” you cried, “ Fuck- Tsumu…. Harder…. Fuck me harder ” you begged, you let your forehead fall forward against the mirror, your eyes drifting close.

“Shit” Tsumu growled through gritted teeth, you were so tight around him. He looked up to see your eyes closed.

‘Now that won’t do..’ he thought before threading a hand through your hair and pulling your head back off of the mirror, making a moan spill from your mouth and your eyes spring open.

“Come on Princess,” he panted, “ I wanna see your pretty tears while I fuck you. ”

***************

This was Atsumu’s favorite way to fuck you until you were crying and shaking around his cock. You looked so pretty with that dumb little look on your face, your eyes and lips puffy as you begged him to make you cum, telling him that all of it was too much for your poor little pussy.

He knew that you were reaching your limits, your pussy was fucked raw after 4 orgasms. You weren’t even able to form full sentences anymore, the only words coming out of your mouth were ‘more’ and ‘please’ along with all of your pretty pathetic little cries.

“‘Tsumu….” you cried, you could feel your fifth orgasm coming up inside of you. You didn’t know how much longer you could do this. Your clit was almost numb with how abused it’d been. Your nipples and tits were sore, and while you couldn’t see it, you knew that your whole body would be covered in bruises and marks tomorrow.

“ Please….hurts… ”

“Come on Princess….” he murmured as his fingers came down against your clit, “ just one more…”

You just whined in response, your hips jerking slowly against his pace. Your body was almost finished, but you knew that you had to give him just one more...one more and he’d finally let you rest.

“.... ..gonna….. gonna …” you panted.

Atsumu grinned down at you, your body was wrecked, your head was lolled to the side with your tongue hanging out as he fucked you hard enough for your tits and stomach to bounce with each thrust.

God, you looked so perfect for him. The way that your curves pressed against his body, the way that your pussy squelched with each thrust due to all of his cum that he’d dumped inside of you, all of it- all of you, was perfect… you were fucking built just for him.

“Me too baby…” he moaned, tossing his head back as he felt his third and probably finally orgasm approaching.

His fingers started playing with your puffy clit even faster making you choke on your tears, a new feeling entirely rising up.

You’d never felt this before, a look of horror suddenly came over your face as you began to feel like you were gonna piss.

“no… ’Tsumu!” you cried out, his pace not stopping at all as he began to feel your walls growing stiff.

He’d read about this before on the internet, seen it in porn, but never did he think that he’d actually be blessed enough to witness it.

“Fuck…” he moaned, his voice breaking as he sped up against your pussy.

“No… ” you gripped his forearms in fear, if you accidentally pissed on your boyfriend, you’d be left with no choice but to break up with him out of pure humiliation.

“ Please stop ‘Tsumu…’m gonna make a mess .”

He groaned at the fat tears rolling down your face. He knew what you were thinking, you’d probably never squirted for anyone before, you were probably surprised and scared. He knew he should reaffirm you, tell you it was okay. But he couldn't help but love the panic mixed with pleasure on your face as you begged him to stop.

“Come on Princess.” he panted, “ come on ….”

His hips were snapping into your at an inhuman speed now, each time his cock head bumped up against your g-spot.

“ You can do it Princess …” he promised, his fingers urging you to let you.

You shook your head, the tears of embarrassment running down your chin as you desperately tried to keep it in. You cried out, you could feel yourself starting to slip.

“ No- Fuck! ‘Tsumu!” you screamed, your body starting to convulse as liquid gushed out of your pussy, soaking Atsumu’s cock as he cummed into you, his eyes almost going crossed as you squirted all over his hips, the clear liquid running down his balls and dripping onto the bathroom floor.

“Fuck….yeah… squirt for me Babe. .” he groaned, riding out his high as you cried and gasped out his name.

He finally slowed his hips, your body completely limp with humiliation beneath him.

“Such a good girl….” he soothed, pushing the sweat-soaked hair out of your face as you continued to bawl.

“ ‘M sorry ‘Tsumu… ” you sobbed, still thinking you pissed all over your boyfriend’s cock.

“Don’t be sorry Princess, you did so good…you squirted so good for me Baby..you made such a good mess for me.”

For some reason, at Atsumu’s soft words, you began to cry even harder. Even as he assured you that you didn’t piss on him, you couldn’t help the tears of exhaustion that kept spilling over your cheeks.

“Are you okay baby?” he asked, guilt eating at his stomach as your crying didn’t cease.

Did he go too hard? Was it too much? Fuck! He couldn’t lose you, what if you didn’t like it? What if you left him?”

“F-felt so good ‘Tsumu….” you cried, finally returning his embrace as you wiped your tears against his defined chest, your soft body squishing against his athletic one as the hand rubbing your back stilled.

“Why are you crying then baby?” he asked gently, his fingers hooking under your chin as you sniffled.

“I dunno…” you whimpered, your eyes glossily staring back up at your boyfriend. Your body was completely blissed out, you could nothing but cry.

“Ok Baby… let’s get you cleaned up,” Atsumu whispered, gently lifting you off of the counter and guiding you to the shower so he could clean you up.

As he washed your plush body, he couldn’t help but admire his work. Every part of you looked absolutely fucked out and he quickly decided that he would die for you as you yawned, leaning yourself against him.

He kept whispering to you about how good you felt, how good you were for him, how he didn’t deserve you. Your body glowed with the soft compliments, a complete opposite of how he’d acted as he fucked you past over-stimulation.

After he finished washing you, he kissed you deeply, his strong arms wrapping around your body.

“Can you walk Baby?” he asked, softly wrapping a fluffy towel around your naked body.

You shook your head, sticking your bottom lip out in a pout.

“That’s okay..” he chuckled, his thumb running over your cheeks as he stared at you lovingly. “I’ll carry you wherever you want to go okay?”

You nodded, willing yourself not to start crying again at his soft words. You wrapped your arms around his neck, jumping a little to help him hoist you as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

He walked you into the room, resting you in the bed and pulling the comforter up around you before snuggling into the other side, his body automatically coming up to spoon yours.

“I love you, Princess,” he whispered adoringly, his fingers brushing against your bruised skin.

“Mmmm…love you too..” you hummed, your body so exhausted that you quickly started snoring, making Atsumu grin.

He thought about how lucky he was to have you. He could safely say that he was completely satisfied with how loud you’d been for him, with how nicely you’d let him claim you.

*************

“Fuck…” Bokuto whispered, his back was still pressed against the shower wall. His hand was still wrapped around his softening cock as he stared at the cum washing down the drain.

All he’d wanted to do was grab a quick shower. He never expected what had happened.

His eyes closed as he willed himself not to get hard again as he recalled how your moans sounded through the wall as you cried for Atsumu’s cock.

He felt ashamed for the reaction he’d had to it. Felt ashamed of how hard his cock had gotten. Most of all, he was ashamed that he’d stood there and fucked his fist to the sound of you screaming for your boyfriend.

He sighed, getting out of the shower and toweling off, trying desperately to push the memories of those noises out of his head.

Suddenly his phone buzzed.

‘Hope you liked the show ;)’ - Miya Atsumu

He scowled down at his phone before throwing it back onto the floor. He flopped down into his bed.

He could still hear your voice,

‘Fuck ‘Tsumu! M cumming!.....fuuucckk….’

Yep. He was going to be hard for the next year.

How was he ever going to look you in the face again?

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x chubby reader #haikyuuxreader #haikyuu 18+ #atsumu x reader #atsumu x y/n #miya atsumu #post timeskip

[syndromealice-blog]

Why Lily was a bad friend

I always read something like: Lily was a good girl, the best friend, but Snape was a Death Eater and he was obsessed.

I didn’t notice her like a character at all, she was more a neutral to me, because everyone said, that she was so good and so beautiful and so awesome. She was Harry’s mother and I understood that she is an important for Harry and to some people. But then I read The prince’s tale. Oh, well. How can I start? The first thing, that I didn’t like: she used Severus even they were a children. He told everything about Hogwarts and Wizarding World. I think that was a reason why she wanted to be his “friend”. Lily lived with her sister, who hated her and when Lily realized that she is a witch, she was happy, because now Lily has some privileges.

When Lily came to Hogwarts Express, there was a scene:

"You didn't think it was such a freak's school when you wrote to the headmaster and begged him to take you."

Petunia turned scarlet.

"Beg? I didn't beg!"

"I saw his reply. It was very kind."

"You shouldn't have read " whispered Petunia, "that was my private ¨how could you ?"

Lily gave herself away by half-glancing toward where Snape stood nearby. Petunia gasped.

"That boy found it! You and that boy have been sneaking in my room!"

"No" Now Lily was on the defensive. "Severus saw the envelope, and he couldn't believe a Muggle could have contacted Hogwarts, that's all!

Okay, now it seems, like she actually defense Severus, but no. She said, that Severus did that. Severus saw, Severus found... why? She defense herself, not Severus. I had the same situation in childhood and I defended my friend and said it was my fault. Lily literally enjoyed this moment, when she can show to her sister who is a muggle and who is a witch.

Then in Hogwarts:

"...thought we were supposed to be friends?" Snape was saying, "Best friends?"

"We are, Sev, but I don't like some of the people you're hanging round with! I'm sorry, but I detest Avery and Mulciber! Mulciber! What do you see in him, Sev, he's creepy! D'you know what he tried to do to Mary Macdonald the other day?"

Lily had reached a pillar and leaned against it, looking up into the thin, sallow face.

"That was nothing," said Snape. "It was a laugh, that's all"

"It was Dark Magic, and if you think that's funny "

Yeah, Lily, it was a dark magic, but why you wasn’t terrifying, what James and Sirius did to your “best friend”? Or you are so good and so kind only to rich boys? Or maybe you just didn’t care.

Severus asked a logical question:

"What about the stuff Potter and his mates get up to?" demanded Snape. His color rose again as he said it, unable, it seemed, to hold in his resentment.

"What's Potter got to do with anything?" said Lily.

Oh, my God. Of course, you don’t know.

"They sneak out at night. There's something weird about that Lupin. Where does he keep going?"

"He's ill," said Lily. "They say he's ill "

"Every month at the full moon?" said Snape.

"I know your theory," said Lily, and she sounded cold. "Why are you so obsessed with them anyway? Why do you care what they're doing at night?"

He is obsessed? No, Lily, you are obsessed with defense. They bullied him all years in Hogwarts. Of course Severus hate them, it’s a normal reaction. I know, people can say, that Lily was a child, but when I was a fifteen years old, I wasn’t so stupid.

"I'm just trying to show you they're not as wonderful as everyone seems to think they are."

The intensity of his gaze made her blush.

"They don't use Dark Magic, though." She dropped her voice. "And you're being really ungrateful. I heard what happened the other night. You went sneaking down that tunnel by the Whomping Willow, and James Potter saved you from whatever's down there.

“LILY, THEY TRIED TO KILL ME DOWN THERE”

They don’t use Dark Magic though

“LILY THIS MAN ON THE STREET TRYING TO RAPE A BABY”

He don’t use Dark Magic though

"I know James Potter's an arrogant toerag," she said, cutting across Snape. "I don't need you to tell me that. But Mulciber's and Avery's idea of humor is just evil. Evil, Sev. I don't understand how you can be friends with them."

A boy, who bully others not a bad, he is just a toerag. Mmmmmnmmmm

Then was a mudblood scene. She literally smiled, she didn’t help, she said: LeAvE hIm aLoNe. What? If my friend was hung upside down, I certainly wouldn't say leave him alone. I would curse the bully properly and go straight to the headmaster or at least to the teacher. Why Lily didn’t go to the headmaster or to the teachers earlier? She just didn’t care about Severus at all. Because I can’t explain, why fifteen years old girl, who sees every day, that James Potter bully her “best friend” and she does nothing. Then Severus called her a mudblood. I have one theory and I believe that’s a canon. Levicorpus was Severus’s spell. He created it. And why Lily had a successes in potions? I am sure, that Severus gave own book to her and she saw all spells. Levicorpus is non-verbal spell and no one can learn it just by hearing. So, Lily gave book to James. He read this spell and used it. If this is true (at least it seems logical), so Lily is a fucking piece of shit. She gave best friend’s book where were a hints to his bully.

Then Lily was angry and said:

Fine,' she said coolly. 'I won't bother in future. And I'd wash your pants if I were you, Snivellus.'

Later, when Severus try to apologize, she said:

To call me Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?"

Yeah, girl. Like YOU, rich and beautiful human, said to poor, ugly friend wash your pants. It was a classism.

"It's too late. I've made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends ¨ you see, you don't even deny it! You don't even deny that's what you're all aiming to be! You can't wait to join You-Know-Who, can you?"

Okay, if you already saw that he is so bad and awful, why you continued this “friendship” Why? Nobody actually forced you. Why? If he wasn’t good enough, just say: Sorry, but I think, I don’t want to be your friend anymore. That’s it. You literally can do this.

Three years later Lily was married with James, who was “ an arrogant toerag”. Hmmm, okay. Sirius and Remus said, that James didn’t bully anyone but Severus. Lily didn’t know about it. Sorry, I don’t believe.

Results:

Lily didn’t care about Severus and their “friendship”. She gaslighted him all the time. She saw how difficult was his childhood, she saw his abusive father and their life before school. She didn’t help when James bullied him. And no, saying LEAVE HIM ALONE is not a help. If she wanted to help, she did it. Lily used Severus in Potions, before school, when he told everything about Wizarding World and then she gave his book to his bully. She is not a friend. She is just a girl, who wanted something from Severus. And yes, everyone say: IT’S NOT HER JOB, HE BECAME TO A DEATH EATER AND USED DARK MAGIC. She knew that all the time. If this was a problem, she could leave. If she was terrified about death eaters shit, she could talk with him. She knew how difficult life he has. It’s not her job, that’s right. Or maybe she is just a shitty friend?

#harry potter #pro snape #anti snaters #severus snape #anti lily evans #anti lily potter

[fandomscombine]

Heartbreak Woman [Cho/Cedric Ending]

Warning: Angst! Brokenhearted!Reader

WC:1454

I proposed 3 varying endings and the response was across the board so I decided why the heck not write ALL 3 choices!

a/n: I haven't been active on tumblr this past month. Motivation to read & write wasn't really there. Feelin pretty crap. I don't think it's my best work- I actually wrote this ending last month but delay posting it since I promised to post all 3 endings back to back- but with the recent burnout, my progress is slow. Proofread it and push the insecurities & anxieties away and here we are. Love was put into this, I hope you enjoy it! Don't worry, the other 2 endings are on the way.

I tried posting this 9 times now and it keeps saying error. this is me testing it with mobile so formatting is hard but I hope it posts

BG: You were hoping that your best friend, Cedric to ask you to the Yule Ball. Instead you were roped into helping him ask Cho out. It broke your heart, but at least this way while helping him out you could pretend that he was doing all the sweet things to you. On the other side of the picture, Harry was too heartbroken upon learning that Cho is going out with Cedric.

Read the main story before it diverges ending here!

>>>Heartbreak Woman [Main]

>>>MASTERLIST<<<

 

Did Harry Potter really just ask you out and you said yes?

Touching your forehead, it wasn’t bleeding anymore but there is still a slight sting to it from the collision with Harry’s broom. Yes. That definitely happened. You thought to yourself, this isn’t some delusion from the injury.

 This is good. This is good. Hyping yourself up. You enjoy his company and that should be enough to stop your thoughts from going about a certain Hufflepuff boy. The same boy you had abruptly left alone in the greens. It’s not his fault nor it is Cho’s for wanting to date each other. You have nothing against them, they are both such lovely and kind people and not to mention popular- it was only a matter of time that they got together, Hogwarts’ Power Couple.

No, it’s just you and your stupid feelings falling for your best friend and agreeing to help with the courtship.

‘Y/n? Hii.” The voice reels you back to reality.

You blinked. “Cho! Hi!” Greeting her loudly had been taken by surprise. You dial down your volume. “What can I do for you?”

“It’s actually what you did, really… I just wanted to say thank you.”

You were confused, why was she thanking you?

“For helping Cedric I mean” She clarified. “He mentioned that you helped him with the picnic idea. It was very sweet. It was what made me finally say yes.”

“That’s awesome.” You force yourself to smile. “I’m glad you guys are together, I can finally get that git to stop bothering me with date ideas. That’s 3 weeks of my life I’m not getting back!” There was some truth to that statement, now that she and Cedric are together you don’t have to go through the pain of practice dates with Cedric.

“You y/n are the absolute wingwoman! Legend material!” Cho praised. “You're like my fairy godmother!” She continues, wrapping you into an embrace.

“yayyyy….That’s me…” You mumble into her luscious hair. Grateful that Cho couldn’t see your face.  Pulling apart, you don’t let her go quite yet. With hands on her shoulder, you stare unwavering. “Just don’t break his heart yea? He’s really smitten by you, promise you won’t hurt him.”

Cho is taken aback a bit, your words clearly coming from a strong emotional bond with the boy.  Thoughts of love, Eros, passed through her mind but brushed it away - It can’t be y/n help them get together. Y/n’s words must come from Philia love, y/n and Cedric had been best friends since before they could talk! Everyone knows that. They have a soul connection that can’t be replicated.  “I promise.”

~

14th February.

Valentine’s Day.

This holiday sucks.

No, not for the reason that you’re single. Nah.

Today is a downer as you won’t be able to do your annual tradition.

See every since 3rd year you and Cedric would be in a pink ensemble outfit complete with red heart sunglasses. Spreading chants of self love and showering fellow single students and professors with compliments. This all started out when your roommates teased you for not having a date for Valentine’s day.  When Cedric had heard about it, he went all out. The boy basically made sure that every single person knew how wonderful, beautiful and intelligent you are.

It was this day onwards that 2 things happened.

Complementing and advocating for self love, Philautia, in a pink get up became an annual Valentine’s tradition. (Even a couple of students joined the cause, expanding from you just both into an association/group of sorts.)

 You started to see Cedric in a new light. In other words, you were falling in love with your best friend.

Scanning the Great Hall for pink cladded pupils, you were glad that the group had saved you a seat however a certain Hufflepuff was out of sight. Taking a deep breath, you cleared your head. Get it together y/n. Today is about sharing love and do NOT think about Cedric and Cho going on a romantic date in Hogsmeade.

You were about to take a step forward when-

“Argh!” Shutting your eyes as the hall spun around.

“Relaxx!! Relax! It’s just me.”

Feet back on solid ground, you turned towards the perpetrator, the one boy you did not want to see right now. “What the fuck Ced! Don’t scare me like that!”

“I’m sorry…” Cedric raises his arms in surrender. “Is everything alright?”

“Yea everything’s fine.”

Cedric raises a brow. You forget that this boy can see through your bullshit.

“Only had a couple hours of sleep, that’s all.” It wasn’t a lie, in fact you’d only gotten 3 hours of rest last night, it was just the case of omitting that his upcoming date with Cho was the reason for your restlessness. You don’t want to blame it on jealousy, but it is.

Grabbing hold of your hand, he pulls you towards the group. "Alright then, I've got some spare sleeping potion if you need."

You wave to your fellow singles as you sit down."uh..thanks Ced." You couldn't stop vocalizing your confusion as to why Cedric is still right next to you. Normally you wouldn't complain, but today was Valentine's Day.

"Ouch y/n!" Cedric sassed, eyes focused on piling food onto his plate." Just because I have a girlfriend now doesn't mean I would disappear on my best girl."

My best girl. It hurts to be called that in another context than you wanted.

"Don't you have a date with Cho today?"

"Yea but Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop  doesn't open until 11am. Which gives me time for our annual Valentine's tradition!"

"But you're taken."

"Yes….but I could still help spreading the love!" Cedric glanced around. "No one minds that I come to join you right?"

A murmur of Nos filled your eyes.

"Haha! See I told you!" Cedric brags, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. Looks at you straight in the eyes, those gorgeous grey irises melting away your defenses."You can't get rid of me that easily." He whispers, loud enough only for you to hear. You could feel the heat filling up your face due to his closeness. Too busy lost in the rapid beats of your heart, you failed to notice his face getting even closer.

A softness like cotton grazes your cheek.

Cedric kissed you!

Your mind is close to being short circuited. The area of where Cedric's lips were a nanosecond ago is cold as ice. The cold contrasted with your now burning hot, blushing face.

You could live in this forever. All external environments quiet, blocked out of focus. Cedric's arms around you while the butterflies in your stomach bursts out, occupying your whole body with sheer giddiness from having his lips on you.

But the daydream breaks.

"Hey Love! You ready?"

"Morning!" He greets, kissing her. "Uh…" It's only 9:34am. You nod, silently telling him that it was okay to miss your annual tradition. You weren't expecting any quality time today, yet he managed even if it was just for breakfast. "Yea.. give me 10 minutes to go change and I'll pick you up at the courtyard?"

"Sounds great. Be quick cause I miss you already!"

"Sure will sweetheart." He pecks her lips again then waves goodbye to the table and he's off, running.

The tension changes once Cedric is gone.

"Can I talk to you outside y/n?"

"uh yeah" Once outside. "What's up?" Trying to sound casual. Cho inviting you to speak privately isn't usual-seeing that you were the couple's go to accomplice for surprises.

"I see the way you look at him."

"I'm sorry?"

"I know.you like him. y/n. I know you like Cedric."

"Cho.. you can't be serious, he's my best friend!"

"I wasn't sure then.but just now..the way you act around him. the way you look at him. y/n is undeniable. It’s  so obvious-I had assumptions then but everyone just brushes it off as your childhood friend with each other. heck even both of you say that."

"Cho…."

"I didn't bring this up before because I felt insecure, jealous even that I can't live up to the standard of relationship you and Cedric have.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. There were too many revelations bombarding you all at once, that you are having trouble processing what is going on.

“But I am tired of what ifs and worrying.” Voice quivering, she continues. “You've got to tell him, y/n."

The words snap you back into place.

"Cho… I can't. I can't ruin your relationship."

If you love someone and they love someone else, you let them go.

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