#FLUFFY AND SOFT....... ITS MY IDEAL COOKIE

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I would give almost anything to have a plate of these cookies right now

#i talk #*RATTLING THE BARS OF MY CAGE* MINE!!! MINE PLEASE SHARE THE RECIPE!!! #MINE IF YOU CAN HEAR ME PLEASE!!!! IM BEGGING YOU ID DO ALMOST ANYTHING FOR THE RECIPE #FLUFFY AND SOFT....... ITS MY IDEAL COOKIE #I actually usually cannot stand sweets but sometimes cravings hit me like an 18 wheeler #and I feel like I'll Literally Die if I don't indulge said craving #I do have Kristin's cookie recipe (it's a banger) but these look more my speed #I also just like collecting recipes then mashing things together to see what works best #I hate sweets but I love cooking and baking. It's a struggle #Especially since there's no one to share my sweets with anymore #:( #food talk

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

you’re an angel, i’m a dog ; satoru gojo

synopsis; an upcoming exam has been stressing you out, and satoru’s pleas for you to take care of yourself fall on deaf ears. he takes matters into his own hands.

word count; 4.3k

contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, yan!gojo, as far as yanderes go he’s very mild i think (im sensitive u can trust me!!), mentions of blood, implied murder (not depicted!!), he threatens your professor w a knife lol, surprisingly fluffy??, gojo is soooo lovesick & smitten, he just wants his baby to live a happy life :( is that so wrong :((, also your parents love him <33 and he calls you honey <333 ideal man.

a/n; i blacked out & when i woke up this was in my drafts… mysterious. @kissxcore here u go alexis <33 one very smitten morally gray yan!gojo just for u!! i completely lost the plot halfway through but i had a lot of fun writing this!! :33 i don’t dabble in yan content at all so it was a fun lil challenge hehe, i hope it ended up . Somewhat .. decent…

satoru thinks you deserve everything good.

”haah…”

— the sigh spills into the air, dripping with exhaustion, a palpable fatigue that has his heart clenching.

just as he feared, you’re here. again. seated on the couch, in the living room, legs crossed and framed by flimsy strings of moonlight; illuminated only by the dim light of the laptop in front of you. carding through your hair, blinking sluggishly.

another sigh. deep, exasperated — from satoru, this time. he keeps a single hand on his hip, brows furrowed in soft disappointment. 

”honey… what do you think you’re doing?”

you jolt, the sudden sound breaking you out of whatever trance you were previously in. when your gaze flits to his, craning your head to see him rest against the wall leading up to your bedroom, he thinks you look a little like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

it makes him smile. despite his disapproval.

”ah — satoru! it’s… um.” a moment passes. he can practically see the gears of your mind turning, searching for a good excuse. ”… not what it looks like?”

he clicks his tongue. ”nice try.”

then he’s walking towards you, in long strides, gliding across the room like a butterfly in search of nectar. from the sweetest flower there ever was.

even when said flower is still awake, past midnight, pulling an all-nighter despite his frequent advice not to. his very frequent, very thoughtful advice not to strain yourself until you just about pass out.

but you just won’t listen.

”’m disappointed in you, baby,” he huffs, just playful enough to ward off any genuine feelings of distress. he could never truly be disappointed in his baby. ”what did we say about studying this late, hm?”

a sheepish chuckle slips past your lips. satoru is standing in front of you, hands on his hips, raising a questioning eyebrow as you squirm. lighthearted, yes, but genuine. it makes you feel a little guilty.

”… sorry,” you breathe, closing the lid of your laptop. knowing he won’t let you stay up any longer. with the loss of light, your face becomes shrouded in darkness. ”just can’t sleep when i’m so stressed.”

at that, satoru makes a tiny noise — something worried, a little sad, from the base of his throat. a soft frown finds its way onto his lips, and he blinks the sleep away from his senses. plopping down beside you.

”i know. i’m not trying to lecture you,” he croons, reaching out to cradle the apple of your cheek. you melt into him like molten honey, easy and sweet. ”just worried. know you’re stressed.”

and he does. he does know — it’s all he’s been able to think about, these past few weeks. to his dismay, he’s even begun to grow used to this sight, used to finding you in the midst of working yourself to exhaustion. fighting the urge to sleep, slumped over your desk, or cooped up on the couch. staring into your laptop like it holds the secrets of the universe.

time and time again, he’s told you to take care of yourself. tried to coax you into relaxing, rubbing your sore shoulders and kissing the puffy skin beneath your eyes. but this exam is important — you’ve told him as much, more times than he can count. he doesn’t doubt that you’re right. 

of course you’d be stressed. he gets it.

still, though.

”but you know it’s not good, yeah? that it’ll just burn you out?” his thumb goes to smooth over the dark crescents beneath your eyes, gentle as a feather. ”we don’t want that, do we?”

you bite your lip. trapping it between your teeth. he knows you know. ”… yeah,” you admit, a flimsy little sigh on your tongue. ”it just feels easier to do this at night. don’t know why.”

”my little night owl.”

that makes you smile, a little, but it’s not enough to satisfy him. he curls an arm around your waist, and drags you into his lap; gentle, always gentle, like all that exists under your skin is made of porcelain. like the lines of your face form a string of words, a label of fragile: handle with care. he always does.

with his heartbeat by your ear, his warmth melting into yours, it’s easier to speak. a pressure on your chest that fades away. ”i’ll try not to do it again,” you murmur, biting back a soft yawn. nuzzling into his neck. ”promise. don’t wanna worry you…”

satoru softens. 

(always so good to him.)

”it’s fine, honey. i understand.” he smiles, smoothing down your spine, counting the bumps of vertebra that slide along his palm. ”don’t worry that pretty little head of yours over me, alright?”

in return for his comfort, you wriggle away, lifting your head to give him a smile. one of your many smiles, each one fervently cherished by him; the one you’re wearing now is tired, a soft curl of your lips, the kind that makes him want to lull you to sleep. just the sight alone makes the anxiety in his veins feel like a worthy investment.

he doesn’t tell you anything that could cause that joy to diminish. doesn’t tell you that he can’t sleep without you, that he can barely breathe knowing you’re this stressed all time. doesn’t tell you that he jolted awake with a sinking feeling of dread, a gaping pit in his stomach when he didn’t immediately feel the warmth of your skin against his. doesn’t tell you that he always, always assumes the worst.

satoru doesn’t tell you these things. it’s a safety measure, an act of love. a bundle of unvoiced syllables, woven into white lies, silky and sweet. tailor-made to put your aching mind at ease. 

satoru thinks you deserve everything good.

it’s a theory, of sorts, a train of thought. a hypothesis made manifest. after many years of pondering, he’s arrived at the following conclusion; you are all that’s good. therefore, it only follows that you deserve everything that’s good, all of it and more. satoru believes you deserve every single thing your little heart desires — and he’s determined to give it to you.

so he’s been worried.

it’s not that he doesn’t trust you. he knows you’ll ace the exam, knows you’ll do your very best, knows you’ll make him proud. you always do. you aren’t the problem, no, never.

he just doesn’t trust your professor. 

that unfair, stuck-up, incompetent professor who’d fail his students just for being a couple minutes late, who curates his exams to be as convoluted as humanly possible. you and your friends are starting to suspect he just likes berating people for a living. satoru knows it all, he’s heard it all, of course he has. satoru pays attention to everything, when it comes to you. he knows all about your professor, the man who’s been making your studies pure hell for the past semester.

it makes his blood boil. steady, ruminating, hot and heavy in his veins. a rivulet of lava.

(it was only a matter of time.)

satoru is a teacher too; he knows that type. one that has no business being a teacher, in the first place, one no student deserves to be subjected to. he’s met more of them in his career than he could even begin to count. the thought of one of his own students being at the mercy of someone so incompetent makes his skin itch.

and the thought of you, seated on the couch, crying and sniffling when he comes home because none of the exam questions made enough sense for you to even try —

it makes satoru want to claw his skin off.

it makes that tiny, tiny cavern in his heart extend, widen, like a maw, swallowing up his liver and lungs and sense of morality. an emptiness begging to be filled. 

there’s only one way to satiate it.

so he plants a wet kiss on your forehead, ruffles your hair, tucks you into bed and waits until you fall asleep. deep and heavy, a slumber you won’t wake up from anytime soon. he presses his lips to your forehead one more time — for good measure.

then he grabs his coat and slips outside.

the moon is visible through the window.

a thin crescent, nailed next to the dim stars, leaking a dream-like fluorescent shine; illuminating the office, so quiet he can hear those erratic breaths spill out, one by one. a heavy, heavy silence, thick enough to spread like butter over toast. 

(ah, that’s right — he forgot to buy the butter you asked for this morning. no wonder he feels so out of sorts. he’ll have to grab it on his way back.)

”who… w — what are — ?”

satoru stays silent. lips pursed, eyes keen, burning into the back of the man in front of him. close, almost chest to back, enough to have him scowling in displeasure. 

just being in his presence makes satoru feel a little sick. 

he keeps the blade pressed right beneath his adam’s apple, a silver glimmer in an office painted blue and gray. not enough to sink into his skin, but enough to have his heartbeat hammering, enough that satoru can practically feel those rapid flutters of life. brushing against his gloved hand.

he gets straight to the point. voice muffled by the fabric covering his mouth, low enough that it’s barely even audible. he’s careful, about this kind of thing. there’s a delicacy to the ill intent, something he’d be a little enamored with if it weren’t for the compass stuffed into his ribs — the compass that tells him this is wrong.

he just can’t bring himself to care.

”the upcoming exam.” his voice sends a shiver down the man’s spine. satoru can feel it. ”don’t fail a single student.”

silence. pure silence, suffocating them, tangling itself into the air. satoru can practically taste it — fear, familiar, that pang of panic. a ticking time-bomb. the knife stays pressed against warm skin, pushing, sinking, just a little, a drop of red against his pale throat. 

it’s enough to get your professor to make a little noise, one that vaguely resembles a whine. like that of a small animal, rolling over on its belly, eager to play dead. no word is spoken in reply, but he nods, just barely, a nervous tremble of his head.

satoru hums, approving. ”good.” he doesn’t loosen his grip. ”there’s a particular student i’m worried about. marked them down in the catalogue... i’m counting on you.”

another noise. a grunt of affirmation, a silent plea — satoru allows that fear to seep into his own bones, just a little, just to get a taste of it. cold on his tongue. he wonders if this is what helplessness feels like.

then he takes a step back. slow, tentative, dragging the knife with him. not before parting his lips once more. ”don’t turn around,” he warns. ”i’ll be back if there are any complications. this’ll be our little secret, hm?”

the man in front of him doesn’t say a thing. frozen in fear, paralyzed, not moving an inch. a fly trapped in his web. it’s a relief.

before he exits the room, satoru puts the final nail in the coffin. just in case. ”i happen to know what school your daughter goes to.” he waits for a flinch, and it comes almost instantly. like clockwork. “remember that.”

it’s an empty threat. your professor doesn’t know that, though. he doesn’t know that satoru knows his daughter, that he walks past her preschool almost every morning on his way to work. that she waves to him whenever he passes by, and that he makes it a point to always wave back. a little troublemaker; the rowdiest of utahime’s preschoolers. she has a bubbly laugh, and just lost one of her milk teeth. she was giddy when she showed him, a bout of giggles spilling from her lips as he cooed and ruffled her hair. 

he wouldn’t lay a finger on her. 

but your professor doesn’t know that, hasn’t got a single clue, and satoru delights in the fear that must be running through his veins. down his spine, crawling into every narrow of his skeleton, making a home for itself that he’ll never quite be able to root out.

a gulp. satoru hears it, in the quiet of nightfall, just before he shuts the door behind him. good.

the rest of the evening is a blur. satoru gets home, relieved to find you still asleep, and tucks you into his chest. makes a mental reminder to order your favorite take out tomorrow; a little reward for your hard work.

finally, he can sleep easy. knowing you’ll get what you deserve. 

three weeks later, satoru places his hand on the familiar doorknob in front of him, dragging his weight behind him. blinking sluggishly. 

there’s a sinking feeling in his chest, weighing him down — like an anchor tied to his liver. a compass, tucked between his fourth and fifth rib, one that’ll always stay lodged right there. he’s learned to grow used to it, a natural consequence, a sign that his humanity is still intact. 

that doesn’t make it any less bothersome, though.

(ridding the world of a pest shouldn’t make him feel dirty. especially when he felt nothing but contempt for the pest in question, for the way he whistled as you walked by, the words he spewed before satoru met his eye. vile. putrid. why should he feel guilty for wiping a stain off the pavement?

it does make him feel dirty, though. a sinking feeling in his chest.)

there’s nothing to be done about it. satoru swallows the unpleasant taste on his tongue, and drags the door open, closing it behind him with a softness he reserves for you alone.

and there you are.

on the couch, farther away, already looking his way — lips instantly curling up into what he knows will be a smile. this time, it’s laced with excitement. one of his personal favorites. his gaze devours the joy in your features, the glimpse he gets of your teeth, that familiar crinkle of your eyes. 

you’re smiling. at him. you smile and his world wakes up, it’s dyed in different shades of blue, it’s brimming with life and love and something too good not to kill for. you smile and everything is right, good, worth it. you smile and it's as if the blood has been washed off his hands.

suddenly, all is well again. satoru exhales a blissful little breath.

“‘m home, honey,” he grins, a light pink dusting his cheeks, hanging his coat up before turning to face you. arms wide open. “did you miss me?”

his heartbeat stutters when you practically engulf him, all giddy giggles and that perfect smile, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “mhm,” is what you chirp, pressing kisses down his collarbone, and he has to bite down on his lip to stop the shivers trailing down his spine. he tastes iron, but laps it up with a coo. sickly-sweet.

“missed you too, precious,” he purrs. “sorry i was gone for so long — had to take care of something.” 

he cups the back of your skull with his palm, large and crafted just to hold you, and marvels at how much you trust him. how you’re melting into his chest, fitting into every crevice of his heart. he wants to keep you there forever. forever and ever, always within reach, always close enough to touch. 

but he also wants you to be happy. he wants to see you run away, wherever the wind takes you, if only so he’ll get to feel you jump into his arms again, when you’ve had your fill of the world. when you come home to him, where you both belong.

satoru would never cage you. never, never, never. he wants you to enjoy your life — confining you wouldn’t do any good, would only stifle that pretty smile he loves so dearly. he wants your world to be large, brimming with life, blooming with fervor, wants the air to be clear enough for your beautiful lungs. he couldn’t build a world for you, here, in this apartment. no matter how big or luxurious. 

so his only option is to bend the world into a kinder shape — twist and mold until it forms a path good enough for you to follow.

(it’s worth it, he knows, he’ll always know. it’s worth it to see that smile.)

“is that a new coat?” you ask, naive and innocent, and it breaks him out of his thoughts, attention wired to the lilt of your voice.

“yeah.” it’s stylish, expensive, a nice shade of black. he had to throw the last one away. “looks nice, right? i’ll get you the same one, pretty.”

“you don’t have to, toru!” you hurriedly exclaim, knowing he’ll jump at the opportunity to spoil you. “i like the one i have now!”

satoru pouts. a soft huff, right by your ear. “you don’t wanna wear matching coats?” he feigns sadness, scratching softly at your scalp, drinking up the little purrs that bubble up in your throat. 

and you giggle. you giggle and all he can think is worth it, worth it, worth it. a stained coat or two means nothing. the blood on his hands is just insurance. 

“well, when you put it like that…” you shift a little, curling your arms around his neck, breathing him in. he wonders if you can smell the cleaning detergent. “i guess i wouldn’t mind a new coat.”

and he grins. “right? want me to buy you new shoes while i’m at it? some jewelry?” he peppers kisses down your neck, amusement laced in his voice. “the whole store?”

again, those giggles. again and again. he laps them up like fine wine. “okay, that’s too much.”

“but you deserve it!” he whines, sickeningly sweet. sick to his stomach with love. “been working so hard, my angel.”

and, suddenly — you light up. his little firefly. brightening, inhaling a giddy breath. pulling away, a little, and he does his best to bite back the frown on his face. you’re practically beaming, sunshine personified, eyes glittering with giddy joy.

“right! i almost forgot!” 

then you’re skipping away, happily, to retrieve your phone. and he knows what you’re going to show him, but still feigns surprise when he sees the score on your exam, that perfect 100 on the screen. still makes an expression of shock that he knows will get you to laugh, still picks you up and spins you around and tells you how proud he is.

he almost, almost feels bad, seeing you smile so wide; at what you assume to be the fruits of your own labour. almost feels ashamed, knowing that perfect 100 wouldn’t exist without the knife at your professor’s throat.

but, then again, this is how it should be. those numbers are the fruits of your own labour, because satoru is a part of you. and you deserve it, deserve it more than anyone — he knows you would have gotten it, even without his help, if your professor was competent enough to see your brilliance. 

satoru smiles. he is proud of you. and this is exactly how it should be. he’s just bending the world into its rightful shape, cutting strings from a wrongly woven web, righting the wrongs of the people around you.

you, you, you. the only thing that exists.

all of him is for you.

”i knew you could do it. never doubted you for a second, baby,” he smiles, so wide his cheeks hurt, and you return it with a kiss to his jaw. 

”thank you. i’m just so relieved,” you exhale a breath, heavy, and it’s like he can practically see the stress melting from your shoulders and eyes. worth it, worth it, worth it. ”gosh. i’m gonna sleep like the dead tonight.”

”as you should,” satoru chirps, pinching your side. softly, brimming with fondness. ”but before that, we’re gonna celebrate. all day. and tomorrow too!”

another smile coaxed from your lips; this time, it’s a little bit shy. bashful, at the praise, his endless excitement. so precious he wants to kiss you breathless. give you all the air in his lungs.

so precious that he forgets about everything else. 

this is what you always do to him; wrap him up in a blanket of your love, cloud his veins with a nectar so sweet he takes the leap into your arms without a second thought. a foolish, lovesick butterfly, sticking to a single rose; dripping with honey, overflowing. the butterfly is too drunk on love to care. 

you’re his flower, his joy, the most useful form of anesthesia. with you in his veins, on his mind, your lips on his jaw — satoru can pretend that his hands are clean. that they always have been.

it all slips from his mind. your professor, the creep who catcalled you, that one classmate you’ve been complaining about recently. he forgets that they even exists, and satoru thinks that must be what love is: something that narrows your world down until you can make a home out of it. 

(something worth cherishing, no matter the cost.)

as always, it’s your voice that snaps him out of the trance he’s in. turning around at the sound of your call, the orpheus to your eurydice, too in love to save you from himself. you’re both getting ready to head out, dressing up for a well-deserved date. 

satoru feels himself smile. he does the dirty work, and you get to reap the rewards. heaven on earth.

“oh, by the way! would you want to have dinner with my parents tomorrow?” you meet his absent gaze with a tilt of your head. “they’ve been asking about you again. it’s such a headache, seriously.”

satoru giggles, barely containing how delighted he is. raising a playful brow. “oh? grumpy that you aren’t the favorite child anymore, hm?”

“okay, first of all —“ you stifle a giggle, pulling a drawer open, rummaging through it. freshly washed clothes. he washes most of your things. “you aren’t their child. and second of all —“

“— yet.”

a pause. 

satoru watches your gaze flick over to him, then back to the drawer, collecting yourself. a cute flush to your cheeks. “… whatever.” you clear your throat. “second of all — i don’t like how much they like you. what kinda spell did you put them under? it’s always satoru this, satoru that!”

a huff fills the air, and you mutter something that sounds a little like mocking, an obnoxiously imitated where’s satoru? that makes him chuckle into his fist. 

he shrugs. “i’m just a natural charmer, y’know? and, for the record; i would love to have dinner with them.” he sends you a wink, playful, and you roll your eyes. “are you joining us?”

a bout of laughter pushes past your lips, and satoru thinks he could die happy — just soaking up the joy that spills from out your throat. he wishes he could live in it, paint your house in it, wear it. he wants your joy to be all he ever feels. he feels sick at the idea of ever being out of earshot for it.

“yes, i’m joining you.” your scoff is dripping with humour. ”i’d hate to be the fourth wheel, but it is what it is.”

satoru stifles a grin. ”lucky me. three beauties all to myself,” he drawls, a seductive lilt to his voice, just to hear that little noise you always make with the back of your throat. vaguely disgusted.

”you’re so gross.”

a coo. like the buzzing of a bee. ”don’t be jealous, honey. know you’re my favorite, don’t you?” satoru smiles — more sincere than you’ll ever know. ”could never love anyone else.”

”so my parents are in second place?” you quirk a brow, amusement lacing your words, and he clicks his tongue. 

”well, they made you. i’d have to be a fool not to worship artists of such caliber.” 

”charmer.”

”yours.” the word is a knife at his throat, a stain on his coat, a love so heavy it’ll burn him alive. ”only yours.”

and again, you smile. all he can think is that you deserve everything, everything that’s good, everything he could ever give you. it’s all he can think as you go about your day, as he leads you outside, as he watches that flicker of joy dance within your iris. as he watches you walk wherever your heart takes you.

the thought remains when you return home, when you wrap yourselves up in blankets and he throws a leg over your waist and you curl an arm around his ribcage. it’s all he can think. 

satoru was born to be of service — to someone, to the world, to something or another. he was born to carry a weight on his back. 

so why not bear the weight of your burdens?

all he wants is to protect you. all he’ll ever need is that smile on your face. he was always bound to be just this: a dog at your heels, a halo around your head, the watchful eye keeping you safe from everything rotten in this world. he’s the butterfly, the spider, the web itself. and he’ll never let you be tangled up in it.

he was born to be of service to you. so service you he will, until it all comes back to bite him.

“satoruuu — stop stealing the blanket!”

he prays it never will.

#im a lil unsure how to feel abt this piece i feel like it lost its flow pretty quickly 😔👉👈but i rlly did have fun writing it hehe #my baseline for yan!gojo is basically; a kind man who’s so in love w u that he’s willing to compromise his own morals to keep u safe #he’s not particularly possessive or even obsessive?? to him violence really is just . a necessary means to keep u happy #this is almost definitely the only yan piece ill ever write bUT im very fond of this gojo … he’s a tortured little meowmeow <33 #cw yandere #yandere gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #tw yandere

[iyumeu]

Pillow Fort Movie Time! - with the Brothers

After begging, pleading, wheedling, and scoring As for all your tests, Lucifer had finally given in and allowed you to use the House of Lamentation's common area one (1) time to do whatever you wanted.

And you wanted to build a pillow fort.

However! You were not content with just a pillow fort. No. You wanted a Cinema Pillow Fort: large, extravagant, and with a television you could watch a movie on.

And so you went to Mammon, knowing that he had a large flat-screen television hoarded somewhere within his room that he wasn't using at all.

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> When you asked Mammon for the television, he was somewhat reluctant to part with it at first. After all, it had cost him a pretty penny and it was fragile!

> However, after telling him what you wanted to do with it and inviting him along (because he would be part of your pillow fort movie party. C'mon. He never leaves you alone and it'll be better to invite him rather than have him try to squeeze his way in. Inviting him would make him feel wanted and you definitely wanted him there!), he had blushed and said that it wasn't that he wanted to help you, but you had asked and he just so happened to be free so he would help you set up both the television and the fort! But he wasn't being nice! He was just... making sure that your pillow fort didn't suck! Because he'd be in there too! (Because he was your first! Your man!) And he didn't want to be in a pillow fort that sucked!

> Mammon had no idea what a pillow fort was. But he wasn't going to tell you that.

> He plugged up the television and hung up the canopy of the pillow fort, layering the blankets and cloth (and why had Mammon been hoarding so much good cloth?) and attaching them to the part of the ceiling where Lucifer usually strung him from so they were nice and secure.

> Your excitement and joy was rubbing off of him and he found himself looking forward to seeing the end result of the pillow fort the two of you were building together.

> Meanwhile you placed some futons and thin mattresses — whatever you had lying around, really — on the ground before covering them up with a few layers of plush and fluffy blankets for the base of the pillow fort.

This was when Belphegor trailed down the stairs, sleepily rubbing at his eye with one hand and holding his pillow in the other, pausing in his step when he saw caught sight of the utter mess you and Mammon had turned the common area to.

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> Belphegor's first thought was honestly to just leave you guys be. It looked like more trouble than it was worth and he couldn't really muster up the energy for it.

> But then you smiled at Mammon so openly and so sweetly, thanking him for his help, that Belphegor suddenly sound himself standing next to you, arms around you and his chin resting on your head.

> "MC... what are you doing?" he asked, ignoring Mammon's demands for him to keep his hands to himself.

> "I'm building a pillow fort!"

> Despite having a demon hanging off of you, you move with a practiced ease as you shifted the futons and mattresses around to ensure that there were neither bumps nor gaps in your base.

> With a similarly practiced ease, Belphie nuzzled his face into the crook of your shoulder.

> "What's a pillow fort?"

> You briefly explain to Belphie what a pillow fort was (pretending to ignore how Mammon listened in on the conversation as well): a construction made out of blankets, pillows, and other soft material resembling a sort of den or nest. It was supposedly very comfortable and cozy.

> This piqued Belphegor's interest. He asks if he can help. He wants to be praised too, like how you praised Mammon.

> You tell him to bring all the pillows he's willing to part with. This was something he could do. He had a lot of pillows, after all, and he would ask Beel to help him drag them all down.

> While Belphegor went to retrieve his pillows, you already had a few beanbags chairs that you bought specifically for this day that you placed around the fort. You piled your pillows together with them to create a few sizeable and steady piles to either lean back or bury yourself in.

Eventually, Beelzebub came down the stairs along with Belphegor, arms pull of pillows and cushions.

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> After setting down the pillows and watching Belphegor lie face first into a pile and fall asleep, Beelzebub's attention was immediately drawn to the pile of snacks you had set aside for your movie night.

> First, there were the snacks you had specifically imported from the human realm. Popcorn with various flavors, marshmallows, potato chips, ice cream... you even got yourself two buckets of cotton candy!

> Apart from those, you had spent the day cooking large servings of mac n' cheese, mashed potatoes, and warm soup (in a thermos!). You had also baked cookies and although half of them "mysteriously" disappeared when you were cooling them, you still had quite a sizeable serving left.

> Why did you have so much food? Because you planned ahead of course! From the very beginning, you knew that even though pillow fort movie night was something you planned for yourself, your wonderful, beloved, amazing, clingy demonic housemates would somehow become a part of it.

> The only thing you weren't sure was the number of demons joining you.

> It didn't matter though, considering Beelzebub was here.

> You had to stand between Beelzebub and the food, sternly holding your ground and talking him down. It was an extremely difficult endeavor, considering the lethality of Beelzebub's puppy eyes, but you pulled through. Just barely.

> You lied. You gave Beel the mashed potatoes.

> When you noticed that Beelzebub was still eyeing the rest of your food, you firmly told him that the food was saved for your movie night and that if he wanted to eat it, he had to wait until then.

> "When will movie night start?" he asked.

> "When the pillow fort is set up," you replied.

> +1 helper, get!

> He helped with most of the heavy lifting, bringing the high-backed dining chairs to act as boundary wall for the fort, tying the blankets to them.

> Your pillow fort was taking shape!

> However, it seemed a little too dark. You had completely forgotten to order the fairy lights you planned to use as mood lighting. Thankfully, you know someone who definitely had what you were looking for.

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When you knocked on Asmodeus' door to get some of his charmed candles (spelled to keep the flame to themselves! no more burns! no more accidental fires! no more fire hazards! get yours from akuzon now, for only—), he demanded to know what it was for.

> "Is it for a date? A candlelit dinner, maybe?" Asmodeus sidled up next to you, wrapping his arms around one of yours and snuggling close. "Or perhaps to set a romantic, sensual mood for certain... activities?"

> Was it just you or was Asmodeus' grip getting tighter?

> "Since when did you get a paramour anyway," he pouted. "I thought we were friends? Close friends, even! We're supposed to tell each other our secrets!"

> "It's for my pillow fort," you answered. "I'm making one downstairs with Mammon, Belphie, and Beel. You're welcome to join if you want to."

> "I'd love to join!" Asmodeus let go of your arm to grab his candles. "Scented or non-scented?"

> "Non-scented please, we'll be eating snacks while we watch the movie."

> Asmodeus gasped. "A movie? We're going to have a movie date? Ooh, I want to sit next to you! Can I?"

> "Uhhh, I don't mind, but the others might—"

> "It's settled!"

> Asmodeus looked so happy that you decided that you had to make space for him by your side, even if you were faced with ten thousand puppy eyes.

Just then, you saw that Leviathan's door was open and he was looking at the both of you with a pinched expression on his face.

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> When he realized that you were looking at him, he panicked.

> "MC!!" he blurted out. "I wasn't eavesdropping!"

> His face was flushed red but you noticed that his gaze was still enviously fixed onto you and Asmodeus.

> "Do you want to join us in the pillow fort as well?" you offered. Levi's face turned redder and his grip on the door tightened. Ahh Levi, you're warping the wood.

> "I don't need to join in on your normie activities!" he spat out and then immediately regretted it. "I mean, I don't need to, but I don't mind it! Since you've asked, I suppose I can join in on your movie night and pillow fort!"

> "You don't have to if you don't want to," you said. Half of you was trying to be nice. The other half just wanted to see Levi flustered. You couldn't help yourself. A flustered Levi was a cute Levi!

> Levi mumbled something under his breath. You blinked and leaned in closer.

> "What did you say?"

> "I said I want to!"

> You grinned at him and discovered a brand new shade of red.

> You reached out to link your arms with Asmodeus and Levi.

> "C'mon, let's get back down. The pillow fort should almost be done by now!"

> "Oh right MC," Asmodeus suddenly said. "I've been meaning to ask; what exactly is a pillow fort?"

> "..."

When you were done explaining to Asmodeus and Levi the intricacies of building the Ideal Pillow Fort, you saw Satan standing in the common area, looking curiously at the fort.

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> You swear, if you had to explain what a pillow fort was one more time—

> "Hello MC, is this... a blanket fort?" Satan asked.

> Oh thank god.

> Or the devil?

> Religion is hard when you're in hell.

> "Yes! I call it a pillow fort but blanket fort is one of its names as well."

> "I see."

> Satan had come across blanket forts — or pillow forts, as MC called them — before in some of the human romance novels he's read. Usually they were used during terribly intimate moments between the romantic leads, or between two very close friends.

> Huddling together and trading hushed whispers, intertwined fingers and shoulders brushing against each other, a small part of Satan has always wanted to try it out with someone.

> Try it out with you, you, it could only be you.

> But he hadn't known how to make a blanket fort and if he were every to do something like that with you, he would want it to be perfect.

> He couldn't find any books on the subject of making blanket forts either so he eventually gave up on his fantasy.

> But now, here it was. The blanket fort.

> It was a little bigger than how he imagined it to be, but it was fine.

> There were also more people compared to how things were in his fantasy but that was also fine.

> He took careful notes in his head. Next time, he would be able to replicate a blanket fort and hopefully you would be willing to share it with him.

> "Would you like to join in?" you asked because Satan was really eyeing the pillow fort with a strange intensity.

> "If you don't mind," Satan replied with a smile.

It was just then that Lucifer came home.

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> "When you said that you wanted free reign over the common area, this was not what I had in mind," Lucifer commented.

> "Haha," you said. And because you already had like six out of seven of the brothers agreeing to join you in your fort, you decided to test your chances with Lucifer. After all, it would suck for him to feel left out. "We're all gonna watch a movie together, would you like to watch with us?"

> There was a long pause as Lucifer looked at you, at the pillow fort, at his brothers, and then at his suitcase.

> Just as you were sure that Lucifer was going to turn down your invitation, he sighed and gave you a small smile.

> Tiny, miniscule, microscopic softening of the eyes, but you knew him well enough to tell that it was a smile.

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> It took a while but eventually you all got yourself settled into the pillow fort. It wasn't a very tight fit, but it certainly was cozy with your clingy demon housemates squeezed tight all around you.

> Each of them had to have a part of their body touching yours, like you were their life source and it brought back memories to the time you went to the beach and, in the hotel, they all formed a circle around you to sleep like some sort of deranged ritual.

> Still, they wouldn't be your beloved demon housemates without all their oddities and quirks and you love them all dearly for it.

> It also helps that not all of them ran hot; some of them actually ran cold so you didn't have to worry about getting overheated anytime soon.

> Anyway, you were comfortable and once you made sure everyone else was too, you loaded your movie and hit play.

"I'd never given much thought to how I would die—"

#obey me #obey me x reader #iyumeu writes om #YES THEY'RE WATCHING TWILIGHT #i love twilight it's such a funny show #like non ironically. i really like it #anyway what if i wrote a twilight au where mc is a human and the brothers are vampires #ah but i have two more ideas i need to write before that... #obey me shall we date #bullet fic #obey me x you #obey me x y/n #obey me x mc #anyway this was written by me for me #because i wanted to yume levi so bad #i want to watch anime with levi in a blanket fort sooo bad #it's not as shippy in some parts... ): #that's fine because the next one will be #still grasping characterization... h #anyway did you know that the pride sin is blue in color? #yeah it tripped me up too because lucifer's like decked in black and red #man can't you color code yourself? you dont even have a hint of blue. at least the other boys wear their color or have it in their eyes #except for beel... didn't know red was gluttony #beel darling please color code urself too-- #huh they could make a set of power rangers #pls talk to me about these demonic boys i am alone in this fandom haaaaa #anyway first fic sorry if characterization is weird im not strong enough to get to the later stages... tch #anyway the pearls event was so funny when everyone was like #god i wish i could see how that looked like

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Day 20: Moxiety

@tsshipmonth2020

(Yes this is out of order, but I figured I’d rather give you guys out of order content than no content at all. Hope that’s okay.)

Day 20 - You can send one item to your soulmate every year. 

Content warning: Christmas, food mentions, homophobic family members mentions, serious fluffiness.

Word count: 2.7k 

Songs mentioned in this fic: “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” and “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”. 

Patton’s eyes scanned over the letter, barely reading the words he’d read many times before. After the first time he’d gotten one, years ago, he’d re-read it so many times he’d committed it to memory.

Patton Hart,

You are receiving this notice to inform you that the annual soulmate item exchange is arriving. On December 24th, BEFORE MIDNIGHT, please bring your package to your nearest postal service or drop box, marked clearly with the provided adhesive label on the TOP. Item must be contained in the shipping box provided. Other boxes will not be accepted. If the drop off time is missed, your package will not be received. 

There was no signature, no return address, no number to call. At first, he’d been slightly suspicious, since everyone he asked had no further information than what was on the small letter, but after the first year, when a beautiful black and gold notebook and a matching pen had shown up on his doorstep on Christmas morning, he’d decided to heck with his worries. Despite his initial curiosity, he’d sent a gift anyways (if it was legitimate, he wasn’t about to leave his partner without a present!), a grey beanie that he’d stitched a small heart and message into. 

He giddily placed the letter back into the envelope and stuck it into the gap between the hallway mirror and the wall so he wouldn’t forget. Although, he doubted he would. He’d already bought a present, months ago, when his eyes fell upon a black and purple striped sweater in the window of the mall. The black thin stripes occasionally jumped, looking like the lines on a heart monitor, and it hooked him instantly. It was simplistic yet eye catching and unique, like the gifts Patton always received from his soulmate, so he immediately bought it and wrapped it as soon as he got home. He didn’t know his soulmate’s size, but you really can’t go wrong with an extra large (baggy sleeves are ideal, after all).

His time passed quickly, filled with movie nights with his roommate (who insisted on watching Nightmare before Christmas at least once a week) and trying new Christmas cookie recipes. It was his favorite holiday, with the songs and the decorations and the ever present smell of cinnamon in every store, so the moment they had passed Halloween, every moment was filled with his Christmas playlists and cheesy holiday sweaters. His family was coming to his place for their celebration this year, so the place was decked out with tinsel and little snowy villages, candles and fairy lights on every wall, and of course, their tree in the corner of the living room. It was going to be… amazing. 

He’d offered to take his roommate’s soulmate item along with him to the post office, seeing as he was uneasy in high crowd situations, and soulmate exchange days were always insanely busy. It had been the right move, too, because as soon as the office came into view, he could already see the crowd of people milling outside, trying to get into the small door. What could you expect, though, only giving people a twenty four hour window to all show up to the same spot? By the time he got inside and got both packages passed to the handler on the other side (an arduous process, since they had to check each gift thoroughly to ensure there were no cards or any other way to identify the sender), it was dark outside. All he wanted to do was curl up with some hot chocolate and watch the Grinch, as the two of them had planned. 

That’s what they did, falling asleep on the couch in the process. They were awoken in the morning by a knock at the door, Patton gently extracting himself from Virgil’s arms and turning off the TV, cringing that the cover screen of the movie had been on all night. The other mumbled in annoyance at his heat source disappearing and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

“It’s too early.”

“Merry Christmas, Virge!” Patton shrieked, ignoring his roommate’s mock irritated snarl as he gave him a tight hug. “Let’s go get our gifts!”

Begrudgingly, Virgil followed him to the door that he flung open, revealing two small parcels on the step. The labels from the senders had been replaced with simple name tags, another way to ensure that their soulmates would not be traceable. The other houses on the block all had similar ones outside their doors, and the carrier was nowhere to be seen, as usual. He picked them both up, handing Virgil his, and running back into the kitchen to get scissors, pretty much vibrating with glee. 

“I’m making coffee first. You want some?” 

Patton hummed, looking between the gift before him and Virgil’s tired eyes. “This can wait. Let’s have coffee.”

Virgil was barely able to conceal with excitement at being chosen over a Christmas present by someone who was essentially an overgrown child, pulling out two mugs. He passed his package to Patton, who placed it beside his on the table, and shuffled around his roommate to start on breakfast.

“It’s Christmas. You’re going to eat breakfast for once,” Patton interrupted the moment Virgil started complaining, grinning widely when he finally agreed. 

“Do you ever wonder who your soulmate’s gonna be? What they’ll be like?” Virgil asked as he poured the coffee grounds, dangerously precise as always. The elder hummed.

“They’re your soulmate. So I guess, a perfect match to you. It’s not like they won’t like you or anything. That’s against the whole point!” An egg sizzled as it hit the pan, quickly followed by another.

“I guess,” He mumbled, clicking the on button on the machine. The smell of coffee quickly filled the small kitchen, “So when is your family getting here?”

“Around noon,” Patton chirped, flipping the first egg while simultaneously popping bread in the toaster with his other hand, “I like to cook, but my moms don’t trust me to make the main dish alone. My sisters are super excited to be old enough to help make food this year-- it’s so cute. But yeah, they should be here by noon.”

Virgil cracked a pained smile, watching the dripping coffee into the pot. “Okay. I’ll be out of your hair by then.”  

Patton’s hand froze in mid air, whipping around to his roommate. “Excuse me?”

“I said I’ll be gone by then,” Virgil repeated, looking down to play with the hem of his sweater, “Do you want me to leave earlier? I can if you want.” His voice very nearly cracked as he spoke, tone getting quieter with each word. Patton’s heart shattered.

“Why do you think I want you to leave?” He whispered, blindly shutting the stove off behind him so the eggs wouldn’t burn. The toast popping startled them both, but neither could find it in them to laugh as they usually would have. Virgil shrugged.

“I mean, your family’s coming over. I’m not family. And I know you were super excited for them to come over, and I don’t want to… ruin the vibe,” He shook his fingers in weak jazz hands, shooting a watery grin at Patton. “I was just planning to go to the mall or something. I think it’s open-” 

His words were silenced as Patton threw his arms around Virgil’s shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug. It was no secret that Virgil didn’t get along well with his own family. That was the understatement of the year, really. Patton didn’t know the details, refused to pry, all he knew is that it had something to do with Virgil coming out to a pretty conservative family, an action that ended with him being split off from everyone. He had lost his little brother to his parents cutting contact, among other things, and Patton realized with a start that this was Virgil’s first Christmas without his family. 

In the single year they’d been roommates, the two had grown closer than any childhood friend Patton had kept throughout the years. Heck, he’d maybe consider them closer than he was with his moms, and that was saying a lot. For them to even fall asleep on the couch after a movie night, as they’d done last night, was a regular occurrence for them. They admitted secrets to each other they hadn’t fully admitted to themselves, about their own aromantic natures, about what that meant for soulmates, about what kind of pie was the best. Not all their conversations were deep.

“You are family, Virge,” Patton whispered, resting his chin on the other’s shoulder. “And unless you have a legitimate reason not to, you’re staying here. My family will love you, I swear,” He added quickly, knowing the other’s tendency to grow anxious around new people. 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin-”

“I will physically fight you,” He hissed before the other could finish, pulling out of the hug with a soft kiss to his temple. “Stay. For me?”

“Fine,” Virgil rolled his eyes, turning away in fake annoyance to pour their coffee, “For you.” He had a reputation to uphold after all, and him nearly crying was not great for it.  

Just as they finished breakfast, Patton eyeing his present next to him with, again, startling resemblance to an excited child, there was a knock at the door. The roommates shared a confused glance, silently communicating that ‘no, I’m not expecting anyone’ before Patton got up to open it. He’d barely unlocked the latch when it burst open of its own accord, a loud shriek of “PATTY!” echoing through the small entryway.

“You guys are early!” Patton laughed as two small girls attempted to squeeze him to death around his torso, the pair having the same blond curls as Patton. 

“These two just couldn’t wait to see you,” A woman Virgil assumed to be one of Patton’s mother’s smiled, angling above the girls to give Patton a gentle hug which he eagerly returned. 

He quickly led them all inside, introducing a nearly shaking Virgil to his family. His other mom was carrying a box laden with uncooked food, and began to set it out in the small kitchen to begin preparing it. The girls, after a bit of hesitation, flocked to Virgil.

“Why’s your hair purple?” One asked, pulling herself onto Virgil’s lap. Her southern accent was just as strong as her moms’, reminding him of the accent Patton had slowly lost since moving in with him. It wasn’t gone all the way, just dimmed, but from the kitchen, he could hear his roommate talking to his moms animatedly, the accent back in all its glory. 

“I drank too much grape soda,” Virgil lamented, “When I was little, I couldn’t get enough of it. And then it turned my hair purple.” 

“No, it didn’t!” The girl leaning on his knee giggled.

“Are you saying I’m a liar?” He gasped, placing a hand over his heart, “How dare you!”

They both erupted into shrieking laughs, causing Patton to poke his head out of the kitchen. Virgil couldn’t help grinning widely at him as the second girl pulled herself onto his lap as well, causing Patton’s face to light up like the sun. 

“Did you know Christmas is my favorite holiday?” 

“Is it really? Why’s that?” Virgil asked, leaning back in his chair.

“It’s mine, too!”

“Nu uh, it’s only mine!”

“We can have the same favorite!”

“Nu uh!”

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Patton collapsed back onto the couch, groaning loudly. The tree was the only light in the darkened living room, the air still warm and smelling like the dinner they’d enjoyed hours ago. It was quiet again, his family gone back home. He’d missed them immensely, but he’d forgotten how loud they could be. His feet shifted on the floor, rustling the wrapping paper left over by his hurricane twin sisters; a mess he’d clean up tomorrow. Footsteps approached from down the hall, signalling his roommates arrival, and the speaker on the mantle started to quietly play “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas”, Frank Sinatra’s soft voice drifting through the air.

“I’m so full,” He groaned again, resting his head on the back of the couch.

“Mood,” Virgil said, dropping next to him. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know that Virgil was just as tired as him. Tired, in the best way possible. 

“You’re really good with kids,” Patton noted with a smile. 

“Tell anyone and they’ll never find your body,” He deadpanned and Patton snorted, before he continued, “They’re the same age as my brother.”

“Oh,” He whispered, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, surprisingly. I miss him. A lot. But this was the best Christmas I’ve probably ever had. No homophobic family members, no shouting matches, just… family. It was nice.”

“Hard to be homophobic when you have two moms,” Patton joked, relieved that Virgil snickered. 

“Probably would be, yeah.”

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas,

With every Christmas card I write,

May your days be merry and bright,

And may all your Christmas’ be white.

They sat in comfortable silence for a bit, relishing in the silence of the house. The tree sparkled, lighting up the blank walls in rainbow hues, their conglomerate mix of thrift store ornaments shifting and reflecting the light. People shouted outside, joyful noises, and kids laughed, their neighbors wrapping up their own holiday celebration.

Patton opened his eyes as he felt something placed on his lap, looking down in confusion before grinning.

“Oh my gosh, I forgot!”

Virgil smiled sheepishly, shifting his own box between his hands. “I put them into my room when your family showed up.”

“Smart move. The twins would have torn them open.” Patton dropped off the couch onto the floor, sitting cross legged and shaking with anticipation. With a laugh, Virgil joined him when he gestured to the floor in front of him. He reached up and took his keys from the mantle, slicing open the duct tape on his box before handing it to Patton to do the same.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas, 

Like the ones I used to know, 

Where the treetops glisten and children listen, 

To hear sleigh bells in the snow

They opened their boxes in unison, Patton gasping when he saw the item in his. He pulled out the large, black fuzzy blanket, blue paw prints the size of Patton’s palm decorating the surface. A high pitched squeal burst from his lips as he squished the blanket to his chest, shoving his face in the soft fabric. 

“Virgil, look! Isn’t it-”

His words caught in his throat at the expression on Virgil’s face; one of absolute shock. He was clutching his gift in white knuckles, and Patton’s mouth went dry when he caught the distinct black heart-beat-esque lines on the purple sweater. 

“Oh,” Patton whispered, both of them frozen, looking at the gift they’d bought in the other’s arms. “Oh!”

“You’re my soulmate!” They both stated at the same time, breaking off into giggles.

“I guess so,” Virgil gasped, smiling as Patton pretty much leapt into his arms, trying to maneuver his hands around the other’s shoulders while still clutching the black blanket. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so relieved! You’re aro and I’m aro and it’s not going to be awkward with someone else, and I don’t have to explain and oh my gosh this is so fantastic!” 

They both dissolved into another laughing fit, Virgil finally able to wind his arms around the other and pulling him closer. The end of the song slowly dwindled down as they both untangled themselves, unable to stop grinning. There was a moment of silence in the room as Virgil picked up a shrieking Patton and dropped him onto the couch, their sides sore from laughter, and essentially settled on top of him.

“Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” filled the room with soft violin swings as the two fell into a blissful sleep, wrapped in their respective gifts, more at peace than they’d been in… who knows how long.

#lywrites #tsshipmonth2020 #moxiety #patton sanders #virgil sanders #ts soulmate au #sanders sides #sanderssides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanderssidesfanfiction #sanderssidesau

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Krbk OS (SFW) Fic Recs

These are all mostly SFW, even the ones rated M aren’t very graphic but do check the tags to make sure you know what you’re getting into. 

The order doesn’t matter.

Enjoy !

Little are the things we learn by newamsterdam. (probably the thing that got me into Krbk, just an analysis of their relationship through their classmates’ eyes)

It’s ideal by newamsterdam. (angels AU, very very good)

Cotton candy hands by Chonideno. (soft. So so soft. Just. Very soft)

Neon Season by Chonideno. (Road trip AU. Very very VERY good. The pinning, the feels! It’s just. GREAT. Also they shared a cookie and I died)

Avian by Chonideno. (they meet in an airport, it’s so so sweet).

Do you need me by All_My_Characters_Are_Dead. (Established relationship, Bakugo had doubts. very soft)

I’ll be your dead sea, you’ll never sink when you’re with me by Claus_Lucas. (Bakugo is very in love with Kirishima, and in awe of how amazing he is.)

There is going to be a party when the wolves come home by Claus_Lucas. (Domestic fluff with a little bit of angst because it’s Claus_Lucas)

One to ten by Crunchrapsupreme. (ten steps to get to Baku’s heart. Very funny)

How they got detention for a week by eggstasy. (Kami is worried about his bro dating Bakugo, hilarity ensues)

Downhill by eggstasy. (Kiri is the mom friend)

Marketable by eggstasy. (A girl from the management department gets interested in Baku’s career. Jealousy ensues.)

Give it rest by ellieb3an. (Kirishima pushes himself too much, baku is there to stop him)

The thing I wanted to say by ellieb3an. (aged up, pro heroes, confessions, fluff. Very soft)

Waiting for some peace of mind by ellieb3an. (Baku and Kami are worried for Ei and their friends)

The view from the peak by ellieb3an. (Aged up Bakugo thinks back to the road he took to make it where he is, and he’s happy Kiri’s there with him, at the top of his priorities)

And he might yell (they’re in love) by misilia. (we don’t talk nearly enough about this beautiful masterpiece, basically everyone is doubting krbk’s relationship, and it’s taking its toll on our angry boy. It’s really good)

This is getting kinda out of my hand (this is getting kinda out of my head) by multiclassmaps. (marriage proposal. Happy and fluffy)

Dream where you are now by multiclassmaps. (Bakugo makes Kirishima fly. They’re both very happy)

And I thought I was so smart by Slumber. (Bakugo looks at Kirishima. Set after the “I’m gonna make you eat my Horowitz” it’s very soft)

And my heart went boom by Slumber. (Kiri is a mechanic, Baku is weak and Deku is his best friend. It’s all very good. Like REALLY good)

Domestic life was never quite my style by Slumber. (they cook for each other, their classmates spy)

I think we’re alone now by tauontauoff. (they just make out after training, but this is the fluffiest softest thing ever. They’re in LOVE)

What to do about this and you by tauontauoff. (Bakugo tries to say what he feels, very soft)

Stay with me by tuslee. (Basically Kiri and Baku are perfect for each other with a side of shipper Deku)

Pop rocks by dynapunk. (Bakugo catches feelings, very soft, very good)

Peace, Love and Happiness by kkyojing66. (this is more of a mido/baku friendship centric, with hippies and a dead cactus (curtsey of Midokun) and hickies (curtsey of Kiri))

The hard easy by dirtbag. (kissing lessons, they catch feelings)

Wild blood by qactus. (Street Racing AU, I won’t be able to describe how good it is with my own words. Go read it)

A trial in patience by Meadie. (Kiri loves his husband, even at 50, very soft)

A soft morning by Teararesalty. (Kiri is just really in love with baku. They have a cat)

Things soft and precious by gloop. (mama bakugo watches her son fall in love with sunshine fashion disaster. It’s really sweet and good)

Fools by paxus. (Kiri and baku are in love, except bakugo bolts. It gets better)

Cheesy boritos by Mariano. (the boys are cuddling and happy and it’s very soft and sweet)

The force and the object by umisabaku. (a very short comparison of their relationship to the force and the object)

Bakugo can’t feel by Clocklessnight. (Bakugo doesn’t get feelings, he seeks help and it’s chaos)

Just want my head on your shoulder by littlelionvanz. (Bakugo is touch starved, Kiri is there, very soft)

I woke up in love this morning by tuisku. (Bakugo doesn’t wake up grumpy when he’s got a boyfriend to kiss him good morning. Very soft)

Cultivating something so divine by redriotinggg. (Vet AU. It’s a slow burn and it’s REALLY good, like nobody talks about it and idk WHY it’s so good!!!)

Touching and Touched by Plus3Charisma. (soft and sweet, kirishima just wants to love his Baku)

Legitness by generic_handle. (BakuCamie brotp, hilarious)

Matches by Rued. (Soulmate AU, it’s so cute)

Nobody but you by SlitherinsInSpace. (They get married as soon as they legally can. They’re in love, your honor)

Quake by MixBerkaan. (Kiri suffers the aftermath of a mission gone wrong where he accuses himself of not having done enough. A woman is there to offer insight. It’s very very GOOD. krbk implied)

oh shit, I’m the grown up by ohlookatthestars. (Established relationship fluff and humor, with todo as a neighbor. Very funny)

Solid and warm by justlikeswitchblades. (Baku is jealous of a tattoo. just soft and sweet future fic)

Beating in time by patster223. (Kiri is a vampire, Baku is oblivious. It’s Hilarious!)

Lay to rest by Cazuki. (Kirishima is not okay, and Bakugo tries to make his night a little better. Established relationship, pro heroes.)

Help me, Help you by cambarryshortcake. (they’re so in love and it’s very fluffy)

The tap of your fingers by peregrin_took. (they learn Morse code and communicate with it, it’s very sweet)

Wrap Me Up by zizira. (Kiri hurts his hand on his punching bag, Baku takes care of him)

The bound that hold us together by Punkakess. (Fantasy AU! Bakugo remembers the day they met when he’s in a pinch.)

10080 minutes and counting by starlitdreamscapes. (Kirishima tries to convince Bakugo that he should date him in a week.)

Even present; odd future by shizuumi151. (Bakugo and Kirishima head to the pool together, after Midoriya contacted them. Set in the pool episode in s3)

You’re mine by aheartbeatlikehurricanes. (Pirates AU. Kiri gets drunk and rambles. It’s very cute!)

Fermata by HuaFeiHua. (inspired by the “drop what you’re holding and catch me” thing. It has kmjr and it’s very cute and funny)

As long as it’s you by Ireokee. (established relationship. They go on a trip, and they’re in love and happy. Very soft and fluffy)

A tenderness you can’t let go by punchmonk. (it’s so so sweet, the pinning is so good, and you’ll never look at oranges without shedding a tear <3)

Built to last by Heronfem. (Bakugo gets the shovel talk, but really, everyone loves him. It’s very good)

Curry and PDA by CharWright5. (third year baku holds kiri’s hand under the table and it’s so sweet <3)

Five Times Bakugo Pretended To Date His Classmates And One Time He Dated A Classmate For Real by songofsunset. (hilarious)

Glow by argentConflagration. (Baku is very in love with Kiri, and they get together. It’s really sweet)

I adore you by a heartbeatlikehurricanes. (they watch fireworks as they cuddle on the sand. So soft, so fluffy)

Raise me up by Exborodokills. (soft kisses, so many kisses)

Say you like me by gasmask. (Baku thinks his crush on Kiri is unrequited, until he’s proven wrong. Very sweet)

Sleepless by Megasheep. (soft todoroki, with side tddk and krbk)

Such a funny pair by Ellieb3an. (Fantasy AU where little Baku runs from home for one afternoon and meets small dragon kiri and they become friends. It’s really cute)

Tag, you’re it by awareoftheconcept. (Established relationship, lots of teasing, they’re all having a game of tag and it’s very funny. The interactions are all really good)

Take my hand by imatrisarahtops. (Kirishima loves Bakugo’s hands, and Bakugo wonders how Kiri understands him so well. It’s really sweet)

The colour of youth by katarasvevo. (No quirks AU where they grow in the same neighborhood. It’s really good)

Words of affirmation by imatrisarahtops. (Bakugo tries to tell Kiri how he feels. Very soft)

You’ll have to take me down by pickledbrows. (Bakugo is a workaholic, Kirishima ain’t having none of it. domestic fluff, aged up, pro heros)

A matter of chance by Poteto. (Kiri wants to wait for his soulmate, until he meets grumpy boy. With a side of disastrous friends Mina and Tetsu. It’s so hilarious I actually cried)

Heaven has nothing on you by PoutyBats. (Angel and demon AU. It’s really sweet and amazing. A must read)

I’m going to the forest to kick my own ass by WannabeMarySue. (Todo slips a book on emotional intelligence for dummies under Baku’s bed. It’s very funny)

It’s not like that by Falahime. (Kiri is a little jealous of how Bakugo is always looking at Deku)

More than okay by imatrasarahtops. (Baku tries to grab Kiri’s hand as they go hiking together. It’s so sweet you’ll melt)

My worst enemy by Paperficwriter. (Bakugo and Kiri like kissing, but never bothered to put a label on their relationship until hot lion boy comes and Baku starts panicking)

So far, so good by lkaminaris. (Kami tries to match up Kiri and Baku, except they’re already together. It’s hilarious. Side kmjr)

Your warmth is all I need by drinfting_i. (fantasy AU. Baku saves a dragon, and they slowly build a bound. It’s very beautiful. Like, so beautiful I’m sure I shed a tear or two)

Blisters by eggstasy. (Bakugo learns to deal with feelings slowly, the way his dad thought him to deal with his quirk. It’s so sweet, and the way the story sort of flows, like every little detail matters. I’m in awe of eggstasy’s writing. I’m pretty sure I cried. Honestly, it’s eggstasy, like do you need any more convincing)

Against all odds, thriving by jettiebettie (Shiozaki and Bakugo end up working together on a photography project, Ibara ships krbk, it’s very soft, also quality Ibara content <3)

And quietly, easily, you’ve made a home out of my heart by earlygrey_milktea (kiribaku don’t realize they’ve been dating for years, it’s SO good)

At the beginning (with you) by EnchantedEmmeline (krbk get married, it’s absolutely hilarious!)

Battle Wounds by imatrisarahtops (“I’m mad at you because I love you”, so SO sweet)

Boys are stupid by deviance (that one where kiri gets a bf and bakuangst and pinning happens)

Distracted by Ellieb3an (baku’s new costume happens. The boys are so in love. I’m soft)

Guaranteed chemistry by mechanicalUniverses (they run through the rain and confess and it’s so soft and GOOD)

How to play hard to get according to bakugo katsuki by Claus_Lucas (he leaves kiri a map and makes him look for him to confess.)

Is there sunlight on your bed by poetic_leopard (kissing practice! Super poetic and sweet!)

It started with a kiss, so glad we end up like this by crackalackin. (social media au where kiri and baku are famous and their fans ship them)

Life’s a drag(on) by PurplePersnickety (baku meets a dragon and falls in love with his cute neighbor. It’s sweet and funny !!)

Lights, camera, love! By mobs (I read it a while ago and I remember this fic like in a dream? I remember it’s super soft, and domestic. They’re married and happy and everything is great)

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all by theroyalsavage (the 10 things I hate about you AU. Kiri fake dates Baku to help Todo get Deku. Very good)

(Not quite) proposal by imatrisarahtops (baku gets drunk and asks kiri to marry him in a funny way).

Once upon a dream by bleukitsune (kiri and baku meet in their dreams and fall in love. It’s perfect)

Past by imatrisarahtops. (“I came back to win you back”, really soft. Really good)

[please don’t] think of me by detectivelion (kiri gets hit by a mind reading quirk and everything hurts. But baku makes things just a little bit better)

Purple’s Kiribaku drabbles by PurplePersnickety (very soft drabbles, guaranteed to make your day)

Rotten work by theseourbodies (kiri misunderstands bakugo and deku’s talk, bakugo reassures him. It’s really sweet)

Seeing red by Ellieb3ean (a piece about Bakugo’s character growth and his friendship/relationship with kiri. It’s absolutely amazing. It’s my all-time favorite thing in the whole world. It’s so beautiful, I am IN LOVE)

So come one come all and see the show tonight by roxashighwind (krbk new year kiss from pinky and cellophane’s pov, so so sweet)

Social Climb by onceandforall (the media is sure hero partners Bakugo and Deku are dating, it’s hilarious, even Kiri and Todo think so. It’s just, really good!)

Sun send me the moon by Ellieb3ean (another masterpiece. Dragon and werewolf AU where krbk are star-crossed lovers! It’s so bittersweet and perfect)

the dawn is surely coming by Notspiderman (amazing take on the fantasy AU, with an immortal bakugo, and his life through the centuries. It’s. really good. I’m not kidding, it’s AMAZING).

The misadventures of pinky and blasty mcsplode by beebuzz (abslotely hilarious modern AU, where Mina sets fire to baku’s kitchen and kiri is the firefighter on call. It’s really funny and Mina makes things 1000x better)

The most opportune robbery by IronicVeghead (the one where Kiri is the MVP, saves the day on his way home after buying flowers for his Baku. Really soft and also cool, since Kiri gets to shine)

This mess is mine by QuirklessWonder (soft day out with Baku and his daughter, it’s so sweet, I melt)

Till death do us part by codename_bewareofthefangirl (the reincarnation AU that’ll tear your heart apart and fill the void with so many feels. It’s really good)

Unleashed by Mysecretfanmoments (Baku skips a class outing, then sees a vid of Kiri. He realizes he doesn’t want to miss anything from Kirishima’s life. It’s really good)

Yours, forever by MissPlacemat (Kirishima and Bakugo run away from their own wedding. It’s really good!)

Achromatosia by PurplePersnickety. (Soulmates AU where you only see colors after you meet your soulmate, but Bakugo is color blind!)

Almost by Julietwasanidiot. (Established relationship. Pro heroes. Bakugo gets seriously injured in a fight against a villain and Kiri takes care of him while being super angry at him. The end is super soft.)

Brain melties by PurplePersnickety. (Kiri catches a cold and Bakugo takes care of him. It’s really soft)

The best medicine by chezca. (Bakugo laughs and Kiri falls in love. It’s so soft and it’s canon compliant and makes everything 100% softer and better. An absolute must read)

If we jump farther by Ellieb3an. (Kiri and Baku meet in the wild a few times and then decide to stick to together and love happens. But also, the way she writes their relationship is always *chef kiss*. And the ART is so good. Honestly, go read it.)

Almost by Julietwasanidiot (Bakugo almost gets killed, Kirishima is pissed as he tends to him)

When a rock an a hard place love each other very much by Shizuumi151 (Bakugo and Kirishima talk about their feelings to Kaminari who finds himself stuck in the middle and he cares for them both so much. It’s perfect.)

It’s pouring out here by Shizuumi151 (man read the author’s name that’s all you need to know)

Silvermoon's Sparkling by roxashighwind (indirect kisses and dumb boys in love)

Quietly by chezka ( the softest friends to lovers fic ever. Also it’s chezka my friends)

the world you keep erasing by Slumber (the soulmate AU where they chose each other.)

done with having dreams (the thing that i believe) by futurehearts (it’s new years and the new hero rankings come out and Bakugo’s got an extra surprise for Kirishima. It’s very soft)

just you wait by Slumber (this one’s about the Bakusquad growing together and loving each other. It’s. super good)

neither rain nor sleet nor all these feels by shizuumi151 (it’s, as Kaminari describes it, the premise of a porn movie with mailman Kirishima and stay-at-home Bakugo hitting on him, except it’s just the fluff and humor)

A Creature Made Out Of Stardust by Stylish_Racoon (Bakugo saves a Merman who in turn (spoiler alert) saves his life. Very good)

Soul Impact by JinxedForever (Soul Eater AU where krbk are partners!)

Heart Made For Taking Flight by timetoboldlygo (Bakugo is royalty. He ran away from home and met Kirishima with whom he formed a soul bond, add some family drama and a dragon swiping in to get his husband back. It’s perfect)

Sometimes We Fall in the Dark by timetoboldlygo (no quirks college AU where gets into photography as a hobby and falls in love as he takes pictures of Kirishima)

astrum by popcap (soulmates AU where Bakugo’s in denial about not caring that his soulmate won’t like him because of his Mom. Really good)

No Secrets to Success by kingdoms (Kirishima’s a little late to joining UA so he befriends Bakugo before he gets there and it’s very sweet)

The Only Word by PurplePersnickety (krbk through the years)

Love language by cyanlana (they love each other in their own way. Kirishima by noticing the smallest little things, and Bakugo by taking care of him. The confession is really really sweet <333)

Things Unspoken by deviance (content and happy Bakugo, loving his friends and being loved, and also, he’s so in love with Kirishima, he just never thought Kirishima wanted to talk about it. It’s so soft)

Scales Ain't The Same As Feathers by Julietwasanidiot (Bakugo is an idiot who thinks a whole ass dragon is a chicken. Mitsuki and Kirishima play along. It’s funny and sweet)

Breathing Half A Breath (Since You're Away) by Julietwasanidiot (krbk got their separate ways after graduation, but they keep in touch. The longing, the craving, in this fic is like no other. By the time they’re standing next to each other again, you’re gonna feel as happy as they do. It’s a really good fic)

Renegade Quirk by threesipsmore (Bakugo’s hit by a quirk that colors people according to their moods. He realizes things. Very good. VERY very good. The getting together part is *chef kiss*).

Prove Me Right by MonocerosRex (Bakugo overhears Kirishima talking about his crush on him and wonders about what he feels regarding that. So he sets out to find out! It’s very very good)

What We Deserve by ThreeNicotinePatches (Bakugo gets the shovel talk from Kaminari and realizes he maybe hasn’t been treating Kirishima as well as he deserves. When a peek at his diary confirms that his boyfriend isn’t sure of Bakugo’s love, he sets to change that. It’s good)

Ocean of flame by Heronfem (Bakugo’s a captain and Kirishima’s a Master and Commander and they fall in love and are badass and they get married what more do you need)

slow to launch by evvi (krbk lose contact after UA but then they meet again and it’s a sort of meet cute and it’s very sweet) (Rater M)

Keeping score by indigonow (kirishima likes bakugo when he’s pleasant but really, kirishima just likes bakugo in general. It’s very good)

Don't ever put me second by cyanlana (they’re both a bit dumb but they figure it out, it’s a getting together fic and it’s sweet)

lionhearted by dearwormwood (Kirishima thinks they’re fakedating, Bakugo thinks they’re dating for real. It’s very good) (rated M)

come on crash into me, 'cause i want us to collide by rronanllynch (Bakugo’s an idiot who thinks his problem with Kirishima kissing other boys is him suddenly contracting homophobia. Turns out he’s just in love).

If You Can't Say Anything Nice, Don't Say Anything At All by Falahime (Bakugo gets hit by a truth quirk and he starts avoiding Kirishima. It’s vert good !) (rated M)

come home to me by aloera (krbk get hit by a quirk that lets them hear each other’s thoughts. Very noice)

Stitches (Three) by Stylish_Racoon (Bakugo’s a doctor and Kirishima comes for stiches and god, they’re so cute. Listen, it’s Stylish_Racoon why are you waiting to read it)

FBO by Falahime (there are attempted proposals, a date crashed by villains, and sweet sweet established krbk. Very soft) (Rated M)

It's Not Like That by Falahime (Kirishima is a bit jealous of Bakugo’s attention on Deku)

By Dawn, Promise Me by chezka (It’s chezka and it’s hanahaki. Do I need to say more)

u got smthn i want by fruti2flutie (Bakugo thinks Kirishima is dating Poney, but turns out she’s into him. He gets a new friend out of this deal, and a boyfriend. It’s very good!)

Just You, Me, and the Breaths Between Us by haha__gay (Bakugo’s got a sleep walking problem and Kirishima finds out and tries to help)

dancing girls (and snapping rubber bands) by gummyconcrete (a lot of feelings going on in this one. Don’t know how to explain it, but it’s GOOD) (rated M)

to have and to hold by aloera (krbk are married and own a restaurent together but their friends are dumb and don’t know they’re married. It’s very soft and sweet)

what we deserve by aloera (soulmate AU with timers. Full of Bakusquad loving and some good getting together)

pickup lines and valentines by aloera (krbk are dating and nobody believes them. Very good)

a godless society by aloera (the one where krbk are disgustingly affectionate and 1-A has had enough. It’s VERY good)

sugar cookies by aloera (krbk get married and they think it’s platonic. It’s REALLY not and it takes all of 1-A exasperatedly repeating it for it to sink in. Hilarious)

can't take my eyes off of you by aloera (Kirishima wears leggins and Bakugo loses his mind It’s very cute Kirishima isn’t as oblivious as he seems ;) )

Doodling the Daydreams Away by loki_dokey (Aizawa catches Bakugo doodling -ehem- things on his essays and well, it’s hilarious)

hero worship by amaranthinecanicular (This is one hell of an amazing fic. there’s no way to describe what it’s about without spoiling. It’s tagged as “creator chose not to use archive warnings”)

Breathe by CitrusVeins (A mission goes wrong and Kirishima proposes to a dying Bakugo, it’s very emotional)

symphony number nine by gummyconcrete (It’s soft. It’s so good and the krbk flavor is just, exquisite.)

my own soul's warning by obiter (future Bakugo barges into the present and Bakugo, who’s rejected Kirishima is jealous of their proximity. PH!Bakugo helps him figure out some shit. It’s very good and I really loved how they wrote Kirishima. It isn’t actually tagged as “creator chose not to use archive warnings” but I think it should be)

The Way We Love i_write_shakespeare_not_disney (This is just, so good. Krbk's interactions are so good and their friendship is just so damn important and they're so in love and so stupid (especially bkg tbh) and it's just. perfect. please, do yourself a favor and read it, it'll inject happiness straight into your veins).

#wow #this one is a monster #well i mean it IS the result of 4 years of non-stop fic hunting #krbk #kiribaku #bakushima #krbk fic recs #fic recs #be careful of the ones tagged as creator chose not to use archive warnings because it means there can be literally anything in them #and it wont be mentioned in the fic's tags #it basically means big surprise #that could be good or bad #so be careful

[kaaytea]

could I request Christmas date headcanons for miyuki and chris?

ABSOLUTELY!! Christmas is probably my favorite holiday and we're finally coming up to that magical time of year! Thank you for this little anon, my heart is singing in pure joy! Plus you requested Chris so how can I not, he's such a sweetheart

Christmas dates

⤷Includes: Miyuki, Chris

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Miyuki

I feel like Christmas is usually very family based so Miyuki's kinda meh about it

Like he doesn't mind it but his family life hasn't been ideal so he's never really gotten into the Christmas spirit

But you know what Miyuki Kazuya can get into?

Cooking~

You best bet the both of you bake cookies together 🥰

Was making gingerbread cookies at 12:30 a.m. the brightest idea the both of you have had?

No

Were you having fun?

Absolutely

Miyuki couldn't fall asleep and you were already awake so there wasn't much resistance one his end

You were currently measuring out the sugar and Miyuki was working on sifting the flour when you felt him wipe his index finger down your cheek

You looked up at him then down to his hand

Just as you thought there were remnants of flour on his fingers

"Kazuya! This is supposed to be a cute couple thingy, teasing doesn't fit with the word cute >:(("

"I beg to differ because you look adorable right now"

You bopped him on the head with a spatula for that

Thankfully you were able to get through the rest of mixing the dough without any other Miyuki interruptions

You rolled out the dough and let Miyuki cut out the little gingerbread men he was really good at visually calculating how much space he had and how to get the most cookies without having to re roll the dough

All the cookies got cut out and now the gingerbread were sitting in the oven

You had Christmas music on this entire time and your favorite song happened to come on

You happily bounced over to Kazuya and wrapped your arms around his neck, swaying around the kitchen to the song

He just smiled at your antics and placed his hands on your waist, he pulled you closer to him and placed a kiss on your lips

You were so special to him and he really cherished these moments with you, even if he didn't express it very often

"I love you"

"Oh, I didn't know sappy Miyuki was gonna make an appearance tonight"

"I thought we weren't allowed to tease each other because we're doing 'cute couple thingys', I should get to bop you on the head like you did to me"

"I get a pass because you teased me earlier..... I love you too by the way"

Chris

Chris loves Christmas

Its a gut feeling I have so trust me on this

Chris would be into the very cozy aspects of the holidays

Fluffy socks and sweaters, blankets and hot cocoa, pretty lights and soft Christmas songs, the list goes on and on

Cocoa + you + fluffy blankets = ultimate happy Chris

You were in the kitchen making hot cocoa while Chris gathered the fluffiest blankets the both of you owned and brought them into the living room

You carefully carried the steaming mugs of chocolatey goodness into the cozy room

You had the main lights turned off so the only source of light was the soft, golden glow coming from the tree tucked away in the corner of the room and the miscellaneous candles sitting around

You put the two mugs down on the coffee table and then plopped down on the couch

You felt a weight on you shoulders and looked behind you to see Chris adjusting a thick blanket around you

Chris joined you on the couch, pulling you so your back was against his chest and resting one of his arms on your stomach, he handed you your mug of cocoa and grabbed his own

You both sat there snuggled together basking in the warm ambiance created by the twinkling ornaments on the tree and the flickering of candles

You sipped idly on the cocoa, you had your free hand resting on top of Chris'

You leaned back to look at him and reached up to twirl a lock of his bangs around your finger

"You should wear your hair like this more often, you look so handsome when it's down"

"You tell me that every time I wear it down"

"I only speak the truth, Christopher"

He only chuckled at you and kissed your temple, his lips lingering a little longer than normal

You spent the rest on the night snuggling until you eventually fell asleep on the couch together

#kayquests #miyuki kazuya x reader #miyuki kazuya #miyuki kazuya headcanons #takigawa chris yuu #takigawa chris yuu x reader #takigawa chris yuu headcanons #daiya no ace x reader #daiya no ace #daiya no ace headcanons #ace of the diamond #ace of the diamond headcanons #ace of the diamond x reader #diamond no ace #diamond no ace headcanons #ace of diamond

[anika-ann]

Errare Humanum Est - Pt.16

Down the Memory Lane

Type: series, soulmate AU series  (part 1, part 2)   x Supernatural

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader (past?)    Word count: 3880

Summary: You don’t remember your soulmate and all you knew his now is his name, his looks and that you have died on him... but perhaps you could at least learn the sweet parts of your story too?

Warnings: mentions of violence, swearing, light angst and fluff, oh, and Dean’s human skills in overdrive for a bit ;)

Story masterlist

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The ten minutes it took Steve to return from the communal kitchen was enough of a breather, allowing you to put yourself together at least a bit. A bit. You spent most of the given time staring blindly ahead with your brain in overdrive, alternating it with the urge to get up from your ass to inspect the room closer.

Steve had your favourite tea stocked; did he have a picture of you somewhere? Was there anything that would clue you what he enjoyed doing when he wasn’t working? What did he like to wear? If you opened the rather spacious closet, would you find a pile of white tank tops and sweats like the ones he was wearing now or would there be a variety of shirts – blue ones, preferably, ones that would bring out his eyes? Was he a tea drinker like you (apparently)? Was he a health freak or that kind of a person who could eat anything and still stay fit due to lucking out and probably working out like a half of a day?

What was the notebook placed on one of his nightstands with a pencil on it? Was it a diary? A place to write down random thoughts? Things he remembered to do right before falling asleep, writing them down rather than leaving the bed to complete the task instantly? Or did he like drawing? Writing stories? Poetry?

So, so many questions… the anxiety from meeting him was still more than present, but now the curiosity was gently nudging it away. You felt calmer. The minutes were enough for settling your frantic thoughts.

That was what you kept telling yourself until Steve showed up with two mugs that smelled like heaven and… a plate of cookies.

They looked like sugar cookies (how did you know sugar cookies again?) and your mouth instantly started watering. You were very quickly falling for this man. It probably helped he knew how to make you fall for him, because he knew what you liked better than yourself, but damn.

You watched him put the items on the table, waiting for him to sit. He seemed more at ease too, as if the short time apart helped him collect himself, though his eyes were red-rimmed as if he had a quick cry and a freak-out; to which you could easily relate.

Nevertheless, his whole body appeared more relaxed, the tension in his shoulders dissolving. His features were soft, less worries clouding his expression. He even gave you a brief smile, gesturing towards the coffee table.

“Steve, how dare you?” you quipped in return, making him freeze.

“What did I do?” he asked, sounding wounded and alarmed.

“Cookies. How dare you to serve cookies with what apparently is my favourite tea. What is it, by the way? It smells amazing.”

His smile shone brighter when he realized you were only being playful. Why were you being playful again? Where did it come from?

“Black tea. Flavoured sweet cherry. And I thought… uhm, I saw the cookies in the kitchen and thought you might like some,” he revealed, the subtle blush rushing back to his cheeks, much to your delight. The tips of his ears turned pink too. It was adorable.

While you believed there was more behind his statement, you didn’t call him out on it. Yet.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

You took one of the mugs to your hands, gently blowing the tea, swirling the aroma. Yeah, you could see this thing being your favourite beverage. When you sipped it carefully, you were sure.

Glancing at Steve, you saw him watching you, clearly content with your reaction. You smiled at him over the edge of the mug before setting it down again.

“So… what was the first thing I told you?”

“…that there must be a mistake,” he admitted slowly, a hint amusement soaking through his voice.

You, on the other hand, were horrified.

“I did what?! Oh my god, why would I do that?”

Steve’s amusement only seemed to grow, a bashful smile curling up his lips, an eyebrow slowly rising.

“I told you I really was 95. If you want to get into conversation about which of us should reconsider thinking before speaking, you might need a better argument here.”

That… yeah, okay, you had to give him that. But still.

‘There must be a mistake’ and ‘I’m sorry’? Wow, you rocked this whole talking to your soulmate for the first time thing, didn’t you?

“…okay. That’s fair. But that must have been terrible for you to think that… I dunno. Maybe thinking that I would consider meeting you a mistake, right?”

Steve shrugged and delicately –yes, delicately, despite his huge hands – pulled at the straps of his top, revealing the words for you to see.

Oh, great, the first time when you met him, there was even an ‘Oh no’ involved.

Upon seeing the lines of ink, your heart tried to beat its way of your chest. You convinced yourself it was the words and the words only. It had nothing to do with the fact you peaked a patch of skin you hadn’t before. It wasn’t that you could see his muscles shift. Nope.

Your mouth also didn’t feel like watering; that would be embarrassing. And inappropriate.

You really hoped Steve would think that the heat in your cheeks was caused by seeing an evidence of your perfect human skills showing when meeting him for the first and the second time (for the first time but the second time?).

You cleared your throat awkwardly and lowered your gaze.

“Uh-uh. You told me you were hoping to meet me at very late age, because otherwise would be weird. Not ideal either,” he remarked and once again, he was right of course. After all, you remembered the confusion it caused when you had been trying to figure out what it meant. “But I’m getting ahead of myself. Both yours and my words actually have perfect explanation.”

You hummed, encouraging him to continue, taking a cookie.

Which was a mistake. Like, a real fucking mistake.

Because they weren’t sugar cookies. They were peanut butter, you knew that much even though not being sure how.

And you very quickly understood that you loved peanut butter cookies. You almost choked on the heaven that exploded in your mouth.

Steve raised a questioning eyebrow, but the way he bit his cheek gave him away. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You pointed an accusing finger on him, earning a sheepish chuckle and a confession. “I was hopeful.”

“Uh-um. Good call. I honestly know like five people by their name so far, but you are quickly becoming my favourite,” you joked, turning horrified a second later.

How did you make fun of your amnesia?

Steve stiffened too, but he was fast to recover. He breathed in shakily, catching your gaze, his suddenly serious eyes boring into yours.

“Look, I know… this must be really hard for you, but… if you let me, if you let me,” he emphasized, the blue with just a drop of green of his eyes calming and sincere, “I’ll help you. We contact your family, your friends, we tell you everything we know. We help you to explore what you like and what you don’t and… and if it’s different from what you liked before, that’s fine. These are… stupid cookies, but they made me think. You just met me, I’m aware, but I want to be there for you. If you let me, I will.”

You watched him breathless, absolutely taken aback by the honest aura around him. He meant every word. You barely registered that he took your hands into his again, too busy processing what he was saying, moved to tears. How much kindness and strength this man carried? How was he even real?

“Someone… something up there might be offering me a chance to fix what I messed up so badly, but it’s not guilt why I’d wish to be with you, I promise. I like you. You’ve just met me, but I already know you’re amazing. If there is a chance that maybe… maybe you could like me too, I’ll do everything to prove to you that I could be worthy of carrying the soulmark linking me to-- oh god, please don’t cry.”

You blinked, realizing that silent tears indeed started rolling down your cheeks. You stopped thinking.

You freed your hands of his hold, catching a glimpse of panic in his expression at that and then you couldn’t see his face, because you attacked him, throwing your arms around his neck, making him sway hazardously. You had a hunch that he wouldn’t have even flinched in any other case, the solid wall of muscle he was, but you took him by surprise.

The moment he steadied you both, his shaking hand went to rest flat on your lower back, his other arm curling around you in what could only feel like protectiveness. He held you a bit tighter than was decent, a barely contained tremble in his embrace. It might have even been a little painful, being squished like that, but you weren’t about to complain.

“Oh sweetheart,” he whispered softly, lowering his head to nuzzle in your hair slowly, as if he was afraid you’d withdraw with that action.

Not fucking happening.  

This felt familiar.

It felt like scratching an itch you weren’t quite aware of having ever since you had woken up from the dream called Death.

It felt right.

Which made you cry harder, ironically enough. You were a mess of a woman, happy tears mixing with those of regret and shame, but Steve still held you, steadily now, his doll and sweetheart, and you felt warm and comfy and safe, pleasant sensation curling around your heart like a fluffy blanket.

“You’re already doing it,” you murmured into the fabric of his top, already damp with your tears.

“What was that?”

Why did he sound apologetic for such petty thing like not catching what you were trying to mumble, when he was being the rock to your emotional raging sea?

You cleared your throat, this time taking care to articulate like an actual human being. “You’re already doing it, Steve. You’re so nice to me, so considerate and I’m such a mess. Keep this up and I’m not gonna think but know I don’t deser-“

He squeezed you tighter in what felt like a warning and you realized that once more, you were being ridiculous. This wasn’t a competition. And if you were self-conscious about being Steve’s soulmate, worrying you might not be enough with what a mess you were, well, he didn’t need to know. God knew he probably felt the same, his past choices haunting him.

“Just… thank you, Steve. I couldn’t wish for a more amazing soulmate,” you said honestly and when he pulled you closer after that statement despite you not thinking it was possible, you sensed his gratitude.

You stayed in his comfortable embrace for a while, just breathing in, wrapped in a somehow soothing scent.

A giggle escaped you when you realized what exactly Steve must smell.

“What?” he muttered lazily, clearly enjoying the proximity as much as you were – hell, probably more, because this could be what he was used to.

“Just wondering what it’s like to be hugging a girl who smells like men’s shampoo.”

His body shook with hushed laughter in response and he eased his embrace, retreating enough to look at your still damp face. He dared to fix your hair a bit with his gentle fingers, smiling sadly.

“It’s about as surreal as seeing you in plaid,” he remarked, sparkles in his eyes, and you had to admit that yes, your choice of clothing didn’t quite suit you. This couldn’t be your usual wardrobe. “But if this is gonna be the new you, I’ll take it. I meant what I said. It really doesn’t matter what you wear or smell like, though maybe next time I’ll just lend you my things instead. I like it. I like you.”

No. Don’t. It would be really awkward to start crying again. Stop that. Nope- don’t you dare…. You closed your eyes and breathed through the burning sensation in your eyes and rather focused on the pleasant warmth pooling in your chest.

“Steve, stop turning me into a puddle of jello. You’re laying it on a bit thick here,” you whispered, mentally begging him not to stop.

He was so sweet.

And apparently was a little shit too, because the corners of his lips twitched.

“Sorry. Can’t seem to help it.”

You couldn’t but roll your eyes at the cheekiness somehow tangled in flirtation and absolute seriousness.

“It’s… not bad,” you assured him, feeling a bit self-conscious under his intent gaze. “I guess I’m just apologizing in advance if I’m not… responding the way you would wish or you’re used to. I know you said you’d take what you can get, but still—“ Upon seeing the silent warning in his eyes, you pressed your lips together to contain the babble threatening to spill out again. “Okay, shutting up now. Tell me about how exactly we met.”

“Uh-um.”

“Can we stay like this though? Please?”

You looked up at him, hopeful, your heart skipping a pleased beat as he allowed you to nestle into a less neck-breaking position, letting you to lean onto his shoulder as his lips slowly curled up in a spine-melting smile. He made space for you by moving his arm on the backrest, allowing you to rest rather against his chest than shoulder.

Yep, this was it. This was your new favourite place… your only favourite place? Never mind.  

“Only if you have another cookie and finish your tea,” he teased, his fingers daring to tickle your arm lightly.

“Hard bargain, Captain,” you chuckled, but obediently reached for not one, but two cookies, offering the other to him.

He accepted it with a smile. “Deal with it.”

“Oh, gladly. Now spill…”

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Steve talked for a long time, smoothly moving to different stories of you two after the meet-cute; and there was no mistaking it, it had been a meet-cute, sweet and a little embarrassing.

His narrative was surprisingly detailed – he remembered what the weather was like, what you were wearing, little things about Ryan, who was apparently your best friend. It should sadden you, all the things you forgot, but with the way he was talking it was as if you were there.

Simultaneously, the sharpness of his memories broke your heart – it only showed just how important those moments were to him. And you knew nothing of them.

Despite being intrigued by the stories and curious about what Steve had to say, you soon found yourself dozing off. You blamed the strange familiarity, Steve’s soothing timbre and the gentle warm embrace that instinctively made you feel safe and at home. You didn’t think he realized he started rubbing your arm in tender periodic motions, slipping into what he actually knew – unlike you – way too easily.

“Steve, should I send the Winchesters who brought her here to a hotel for the day?” a low voice asked, sounding from too much of a distance for you to bother opening your eyes.

“Unless Tony lets them stay. Tell them we’ll pay all of their expenses and not to worry about her. I promise to take care of her and not to let her out of my sight,” an equally hushed voice replied.

“As you wish.”

Your body felt too heavy, yet like belonging to someone else, your mind floating above it. You couldn’t move. You felt the change as you were being moved, warmth of another body replaced by soft cushions and a thick blanket smelling of comfort and home was tucked around you. A soft brush against your forehead and a light weight over the comforter in one particular spot on your arm.

“They don’t seem assured, Steve. They say they’ll wait for you so you could talk.”

“Okay. Thanks for letting me know, Jarvis. I’ll see them in a minute.”

You were far too gone into the dreamland to know just how long Steve sat beside you on the mattress, his hand on you to make sure you were truly here in his bed, no matter how little you remembered, silent tears of happiness and a pained smile never leaving his face.

You were only aware of your dreams being sweet, tasting of peanut butter and cherry flavoured black tea.

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Steve was a bundle of nerves and heavy emotions by the time he finally forced himself to leave her bedside. It was one of the hardest things he ever had to do – both leaving her and spending the better part of the afternoon and evening with her.

He was… less cautious than he should have been from the very moment she walked into his room with Natasha at her heels, he was aware of that, but just seeing a person that looked exactly like her to very last freckle on the side of her neck was like a punch to his solar plexus; seeing her walking, talking and breathing was making his chest ache and as much as he wanted to believe from the start, he forced himself to be just a tiny bit cautious.

It all went out of the window the moment she said the words written on his collarbone. She was alive. His beautiful, sweet soulmate was alive and well, and nearly perfect.

Steve knew it was profane and that he should be grateful for such miracle; he was, God, how grateful he was and he was willing to do everything if it only meant she would stay, but meeting with her gaze, still admiring and curious, but not adoring as it used to be, not so full of tender love, because she had no real memory of him, broke his heart to tiniest pieces, shattered it just like he did to the mirror when finding his new words.

She didn’t remember him. He was her soulmate to her still – but a stranger. When she threw herself around his neck eventually, the sensation was as bitter as sweet. Steve belonged to her – he was so entirely hers with every bit of his very being – but she wasn’t his.

It made him swallow thickly as he leaned onto the wall by the door to his room, unable to summon the strength to deal with the men who had brought her back to him.

He was honestly grateful – beyond words, actually – and his actions towards her were genuine, every word true, every single of his smiles, her presence truly making him happy, but by God, there was a lot of pain he had to swallow whenever she asked him something about them and he was confronted with her amnesia once more.

Confronted with him being nothing to her.

Steve didn’t know how long it took him to actually emerge from his position, his eyes burning with fresh tears, but when he entered the common room and a snarky male voice welcomed him, he knew it was longer than it should have.

“Well, look who it is. The great man himself,” the shorter man of whom Steve assumed was Dean exclaimed and it caused both the other hunter – Sam, Steve recalled – and Bruce, who kept the brothers company, massage the bridge of their nose tiredly.

Steve sighed and nodded politely as the brothers stood up from the couch. Bruce had clearly dined them with a take-out judging by the boxes on the table, which Steve was grateful for. He mentally noted to thank his friend later.

“Dean Winchester, I presume,” he croaked, wincing and clearing his throat at the pathetic sound it released.

The sandy-haired man quirked up. “I see my reputation precedes me. Good. Because, you see, I’m a big fan. Really. You’re doing an A+ plus work, most of the time. But something happens to Nat--- ugh, you know who I mean – on your watch again, I’ll find you, skin you and make sure your soul never finds rest.”

“Dean…”

Steve only nodded at the threat, ignoring the scolding look the taller hunter gave his brother.

“What he meant to say was: nice to meet you, I hope it went well. She… uhm, she is your soulmate, right? You exchanged the right words?” Sam asked kindly, his eyes compassionate and inviting.

Steve smiled tightly, ignoring the knot in his stomach and deliberately passed on the unspoken question if it did go well. He assumed it had, but… well.

“Yes,” he whispered softly, offering the man a hand to shake, which was instantly accepted. “We did. Thank you for bringing her here. Keeping her safe. Taking care of her. I already asked Jarvis – we’ll make sure to pay any expanses-“

“Alright, stop with the speech, Captain. We did what he had to – what we wanted to. She’s a good kid. She deserves the best, though she wasn’t always willing to accept that as a fact. If you want to help guys with little money, that would be nice. But we’re not bounty hunters or some shit. You’re not paying us for her,” Dean stated, sending a white lightning of rage though Steve’s body at his implication.

She was not a merchandise to order and have delivered. She was a human being. Steve was very much aware of that.

He took a deep breath to tell the man what an inappropriate comment he had made. “Mr. Winchester-“

“Oh god, don’t ever call me that again. And relax. Please. I’m not totally serious. Calm your tits.”

“Captain Rogers, I apologize for my Neanderthal of a brother. He grew rather protective of your soulmate as did I. I assume she’s asleep-“ Sam interjected again with his diplomatic talk and Steve forced the indignation aside, trying to remember he was beyond grateful. He only nodded once more. “Good. We thought to stay in town in case she needed anything. We left a small bag for her, but she doesn’t have much, she’s modest. Had a little trouble eating, worrying about spending our money. Please, make sure she eats.”

A sharp pang hit Steve’s chest when hearing another implication of her doubting her worth. He had a lot of work to do. He was going to spoil her. So much. As much as she let him and just a tiny bit more. She always seemed to have a weak spot in the form of his pleading eyes, she was a pleaser and Steve would be very much pleased to give her everything. All of his things, all of him.

“Thank you for telling me. I’ll look out for that. Hopefully, she’ll let me.”

“Good. You do that. She just needs a little push sometimes,” the older brother smirked and finally shook Steve’s hand too, possibly going for tighter grip than necessary. Good tactics that didn’t quite work on a supersoldier, but Steve met his gaze to hint him he received his message again clearly.

Hurt her and you’re a dead man.  

Steve felt the same about everyone.

“Now, she has our number and we should probably hit the hay. Before we leave though…” Dean hesitated and the sudden lack of snark surprised even Bruce, who released his head from his hands as he had rested his elbows on his knees, sitting on the couch, embarrassed for their guests; he looked up curiously as Dean continued.

“Can I have an autograph? I really am a huge fan…. And I’d love to touch the shield.”

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Part 17

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[scribble-skull-rat]

all of numbers for question post

1. What’s your sexual orientation?

Pansexual

2. What are you obsessed with right now?

Bnha

3. Ever done any drugs?

No but i was allowed to have pot

4. What piercings do you want?

Ears, and lip

5. How many people have you kissed?

2

6. Describe your dream home.

Cabin in the forest with a few dogs and cats, a couple snakes and an overall peaceful place

7. Who are you jealous of?

No one at the moment

8. What’s your favorite show to binge?

Bnha

9. Do you watch porn?

No

10. Do you have a secret sideblog?

I did but then it became public

11. If you could teleport anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?

To my boyfriend

12. What’s one of your fantasies?

Living a peaceful and happy life with the one i love.

13. Do you have/would you get your nipples pierced?

No and no

14. How would you spend a million dollars?

Spend half and invest the other half

15. Are you in a relationship?

Yes

16. Do you follow porn blogs?

No

17. Are you angry with anyone right now?

No

18. What tattoos do you want?

A full galaxy on my back with the name kitty in cursive, kitty is my moms name if you're wondering

19. If you could change your name, would you? What would you change it to?

I'd change it to toby since lemon is more of a nickname i like

20. What is something you’re obsessed with?

Idk

21. Describe your best friend.

Uhhh loyal or smthn idk

22. Tag someone you think is hot.

@imasleepdeprivedtransboy 100/10 absolutely gorgeous

23. Who are five of your favorite bands/musical artists?

Cavetown, p!atd, anson seabra, dodie and thomas sanders

24. What are three places you want to travel?

Florida, i heard it was insane, new hampshire, its where i was born and oregon, its where i was raised most of my life

25. Describe your perfect Friday night.

Cuddles and hotcocoa with fresh cookies

26. What’s your favorite season?

Winter, v cold.

27. What’s your pet peeve?

Loud noises

28. Who is the funniest person you know?

My brother and Noah

29. What’s the most overrated movie?

Idk

30. Tag someone you want to talk to but have been too shy to message.

@tooloudarts and my sister who has a tumblr but i forgot what the name was

31. Do you like paper books or ebooks better?

Both

32. If you could live in a fictional world, what world would you pick?

Bnha.

33. If money was no object, what would your wardrobe be like?

lots of baggy clothes, soft and fluffy sweater, lots of hoodies, a couple of nice dresses and some cute skirts

34. What’s your coffee order?

Idk, wichever one is oreo flavored and doesnt taste like coffee

35. Do you have a crush on anyone?

Uh yeah? @imasleepdeprivedtransboy! You seen how cute he is? Who wouldn't have a crush on him!

36. Do you still have feelings for any of your exes?

Nah.

37. Have any tattoos?

I wish but nope

38. Do you drink?

Sometimes, if i can convince my mom to let me

39. Are you a virgin?

Id rather not talk about it

40. Do you have a crush on any of your mutuals?

I already said who my crush was!!

41. How many followers do you have?

101 atm

42. Describe the hottest person you know.

Okay so hes pretty short, 5'1 if im correct, short brown hair and blueish green eyes that are so beautiful, a bit chubby but that just gives me more to hug and love! His voice is so handsome i swear, he calls me randomly but i always love talking to him, he has bad anxiety but im trying to help to the best of my abilities, he can draw really good, like, better then any of the artists ive ever seen, hes always so kind and thoughtful and hes helped me though some of mu biggest problems and i could never thank him enough, i love him with all my heart and soul! His name is so awesome too! His name is Noah!

43. What’s your guilty pleasure?

??? Like something i feel guilty about but enjoy? Uhhhh, ice cream i guess??

44. Do you read erotica?

Nope, never been interested

45. What’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?

Never really been on a date

46. How many people do you follow?

420+

47. If you could marry any celebrity, who would you pick?

Idk, no one

48. Describe your ideal partner.

Uh i already did? His name is noah!

49. Who do you text the most?

My discord chat

50. What’s your favorite kind of weather?

r a i n

#answering the asks

[lavandermin]

the stars in your eyes | honey & a blue moon | jjk

+genre: fluff and soft angst

+note: little fluffy drabble for h&abm jeongguk, in honor of the birthday boy!!

The air hung close with sticky humidity. Ideally it was the perfect lazy day indoors; wood floors nice and cool from an AC unit whirring all day in that tiny apartment. There would be a total lunar eclipse later that day, when the moon cooled the night over. A perfect end to a hot, lazy day.

Ideally, Jeongguk thought. But he couldn’t say he was upset at how his day panned out.

The sun was just setting, a last glimpse of it dowsing the sky in a vibrant orange that smoothed over into soft pinks. Jeongguk was balancing a popsicle stick between his teeth as he replied to forgotten group chats. There was a faint thump that almost went unnoticed by the low television noise he had on in the background. From out on his balcony there came soft taps on the glass.

“Hey, you,” you greeted with a cheeky smile. Jeongguk shut the balcony door behind you.

“I live on the 4th floor?”

“You act like I’m human?” you mocked.

“It’s still light out! If my neighbor saw you jump, or climb, or teleport— whatever— her little old heart would have given out!”

“God forbid you lose your Christmas cookie supplier,” you joked. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry. Popsicle?”

“You know where they are,” Jeongguk sighed, though his eyes were still dreamy as they followed you toward the fridge. Something was off.

Jeongguk scanned your face over, your expression all smiles and not an ounce of worry. Usually you dropped by unexpectedly when something happened— more often than not for bad news or to talk about how stressful work was. He gently pulled you to sit on the couch, worriedly checking you for signs of illness or a fever. Could gods get sick?

“Is… everything okay?” Jeongguk asked carefully.

You blinked a few times, gears visibly turning in your head and Jeongguk had to wave a hand in front of your eyes for you to focus.

“Hm? Oh— yeah, everything’s cool.”

“You don’t… sound like it.”

“It’s the moon,” you explained simply. His eyes looked at you with doubtful confusion, but there was a clear relief in how his body looked less tense. The news he saw earlier clicked.

“Lunar eclipse?” Jeongguk asked with a fond smile.

You nodded, head lolling a little. “Yeah. Makes me kinda funny. Kinda clingy.” He hummed and his heart thumped rapidly, almost painfully, in his chest.

The sky slowly shifted into its rich deep blues, the sky turning darker still with specks of stars. Even the sky looked a little off to Jeongguk, and he looked at how continuously dazed you looked. Your eyes were glued to him, a little out of focus, and he couldn’t help but laugh a little at how cute it was. It was a different attitude; softer, more innocent.

The couch shifted with your movement and you crawled over to him, his eyes unsteady and his palms feeling moist under his own shifting weight. Your head rested on his chest, eyes fluttered shut and Jeongguk felt his heart in his throat.

“Wh-“

“Just let me love you like this for a while,” you said softly, cheek nuzzling into him comfortably.

And whether you meant this moment or your constant push and pull on his feelings, he wasn’t sure. Past words— a promise, replayed in his head.

I don’t want to play with your feelings. That’s not what I’m doing. I care about you more than I want to believe, but it’s... complicated, and I don’t want you to end up hurting.

There was never much physical affection from you, casual flirting if anything. Doubts that you never voiced were constantly keeping you worried, holding you back. You wanted to be loved, yet he’d never seen you more content than right now and though it was the moon and all its phases, he let you have it. His heart could take it.

Jeongguk laid on his couch amidst a lunar eclipse he wasn’t sure would ever end with you resting happily on his chest. He let his eyes close, the low television ambience nothing more than white noise to him and he let himself smile, enjoy the moment.

It was quiet, it was warm. This was the pleasantness you spoke of; the close proximity and delight in his company.

Softly, a kiss was pressed to his forehead, and upon opening his eyes in gentle surprise he saw his galaxy reflected in your eyes. It was quiet but his mind was loud with declaration of his undying love for you. A love that hurt, but he was sure— hopeful, maybe— that one day your heart’s door would fully open to him, let him in.

“Maybe one day,” Jeongguk started softly, “you’ll give me the stars in your eyes.”

And in the dimly lit room, head clouded and in a dreamlike trance, you smiled tenderly with a response. “Someday. But right now, I’ll give you my words.” And then your lips were on his, innocently, sweetly. It was far beyond anything he’d expected, but he melted under your soft glow nonetheless. Slowly, you pulled away, eyes opening to pierce his lovesick ones with all the stars in yours; they held hopes and promises unsaid. “I love you.”

The whispered words echoed through him. A bashful smile lit up his eyes, a glimmer in them like no other except when he was with you. He had no words.

You lowered yourself to lay on his chest again, a sweet kiss placed on his jaw. And just like that you fell asleep, the eclipse finally coming to a full pass. The moon was shining brighter than before, Jeongguk swore this. It’s flicker was subtle but beautiful. Quietly and to himself he thanked the universe for such a lovely creation. But when he gazed down, taking in your sleeping face, his heart clenche. There were reasons and uncertainties like thorns in his heart, much like yours.

—

The lunar eclipse had long passed but you were so sound asleep Jeongguk didn’t have the heart to call Yoongi to pick you up. He was worried you might fall off his motorcycle if you were still feeling funny and dazed, though to himself he admitted he wanted to be a little selfish and keep you close. He had just tucked you in when he felt a tug at his shirt. Twinkles in your eyes pleaded for him not to go.

“Jeongguk…” you whined softly. He hummed an answer though his voice was unsteady with a deepening fondness. “Please, stay,” you pleaded sleepily. “I only ever sleep when you’re with me.”

“Alright.”

There was no fighting it but his chest remained tight. The softness of your lips, a ghost of a feeling now. Jeongguk wanted to pepper your sleeping face in kisses, kiss you right until you both panted softly when you parted. But he would wait until you were ready. The sweetness of you hummed in his chest and he could only be patient. He wished it wasn’t just the moon making you like this. It brought illusions of hope.

Jeongguk shuffled towards you, under warm covers, and held you close. Gods didn’t need to sleep, but his heart leapt knowing he was a source comfortable enough to get you to do so. He wondered if you could dream, and if you dreamed of him like he did you.

From sleep you stirred awake, still in his arms, groggily smiling up at him from the safety of his embrace. “Saying it… makes my head fuzzy.”

“Saying what?” Jeongguk lazily ran his fingers through your hair.

There was no answer, too sleepy to do so as your body recovered from the lunar eclipse. There was a moment longer where you let your face press into his chest, hands clutching the fabric there and you spoke up again. “Loving you makes my heart fuzzy, too.”

In the passing hours of the night his heart wavered enough to go unnoticed by himself. Hope and patience aren’t eternal.

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[nekokoaa]

How are you? I love your writing so much!!!can you do bakugou and his s/o cuddling after a really long hard day of training? like suuuuuper fluffy ^-^ 💜

Fandom: BNHA

Characters: Bakugo 

Warnings? Haha, super fluff.

Awww thanks for the compliments and I’m great, by the way. Finished all my finals so I’m hyped about that! Now I’m free and just obsessing over Detroit: Become Human. But anyway, enjoy this one, love. *activates fluff warning* 

Ai 

XxX

 Thud.

It was the sound of Bakugo colliding with his bed, its springs squeaking underneath the weight of his body. He sighed heavily into a painful groan, his body throbbing in soreness and pain from all the stress it underwent just an hour and a half ago. Purple and brown bruises were lazily covered with bandages. He didn’t bother to fix them. He just wanted to lay there and do nothing. 

A second thud sounded off and the space next to Bakugo dipped. You threw yourself right next to him, your face flat on his bed as you moved to kick your slippers off your feet. You made a groan like Bakugo’s and turned yourself on your side to face him.

“I’m dead.” You commented, your eyes glancing at the plate of cookies upon the desk beside Bakugo’s bed. There was a propped up note next to the plate and you saw the words “For you and your friend – Mom”on it. Bakugo’s mother was pretty much used to you coming to stay after school. She didn’t know about your relationship with Bakugo yet as it was fairly new, but she did know the two of you were very close and she always looked forward toseeing you arrive home with him. You also looked forward to eating her cookies so when saw them on Bakugo’s desk, it was like you gained a mini energy burst.

“Hell yes, your mom’s cookies.” You cheered, using the bit of energy you gained to lift yourself up. You felt and heard the crack of your joints as you crawled over Bakugo. He was still unresponsive. You assumed he was knocked out completely. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was, Bakugo’s training session looked insane.You were amazed that he was even able to walk himself back home.

You reached for the cookies on the plate and was able to snatch one before laying on Bakugo, your stomach against his back. You took a bite of the cookie and hummed softly.

“Hmm, I’m alive again.” You finished the cookie and it was so soft and had the rightamount of chocolate chips. You really had to get the recipe from Bakugo’s mom.

“What the hell are you doing?” You then heard a familiar grumble from under you and you giggled when you saw Bakugo pick his head up from the bed.

“Eating a cookie on your back. You know, your mom makes the best damn cookies.” You reached for another one but Bakugo lifted his body off the bed before you could grab it.

“Ge toff. You’re too fucking heavy.” You rolled off his back and on to the bed, a large smile was on your face when you looked at him.

“Katsuki, don’t you know how to talk to girls?”

“Hmph, you’re a girl?” You slapped the bruise on his leg and it made him yelp. He growled at you and you just folded your arms.

“Don’t mess with me.” You puffed up your cheeks while Bakugo was rubbing where you slapped him. He glared at you and you stuck out your tongue at him.

“Alright, that’s it.” You squealed when he raised his hands above you. His face twisted into a cruel smirk as his eyes were glancing at your hips. Oh crap, was he…? 

“Wait! Don’t you dar—Ah!” You held out your hands to stop his incoming fingers, but you were too slow. His fingers pressed against your sides and it was like a feather was tickling your hips, back, and feet. You squirmed underneath him, laughs bouncing out of you as you pushed against his chest. Bakugo knew you were ticklish there. He found out when you were hanging out at his house one day. You tripped over the carpet in the living room and Bakugo grabbed you by the waist to help you steady yourself. You started laughing at his gentle touch and you threw yourself out of his arms at the unbearable tickle. Since then, Bakugo’s been using that as a weapon.

“Don’t mess with me, huh?!” He continued to pinch your sides with no remorse and you couldn’t stop your laughs and squeals. Bakugo looked so pleased that he was getting a reaction from you. He always enjoyed your laughter so the fact that he could make you laugh at will made him ecstatic. Sometimes he would poke your sides when you two would walk in the halls alone and he would take pleasure in making you jump, and you would hit him in the arm for it.

“I give! I give up!” You cried, your eyes wet with tears. Bakugo showed no signs of stopping, he cracked out a laugh as you were at the mercy of his fingertips.

But then he suddenly stopped. His hands left your sides and feathery feeling ceased all around your body. You blinked at his sudden movements, and like an eel changing its colors, you watched his cream-colored skin blend into a rosy red. He held a hand to his mouth and his eyes were glancing away and back at you through his furrowed brows. You didn’t understand his reaction at first, but you noticed his eyes weren’t glancing at your face. You followed his eyes and it landed you right at your chest. Your shirt was lifted on one side and your blue and white-polka dotted bra was peeking out from under it. 

“Wah!” You quickly pulled down your shirt and rolled on to your side. You pressed your arms against your chest. You felt your heart pounding rapidly. Your cheeks were the color of his crimson eyes. He saw! Hesaw! He saw!

“I didn’t see nothin’” He grumbled but the red on his cheeks were blatant liars. He laid down beside you, his eyes still not directly on you. You felt the bed dipped next to you and it only made you even more aware of his presence. The two of you have been friends for the longest time. It was only until after you found out you had feelings for each other was when you both became conscious about your bodies. Gentle touches and hugs were more than just between friends, it was a reminder of how much you two liked each other. 

“Hey.” Bakugo was now looking at you, his face was still slightly red, but it seemed like he regained most of his composure. “I didn’t see nothin’, alright?” He repeated it much softer than before, but it still sounded like he was frustrated atsomething.

“Alright.” You nodded, a small smile on your lips. You knew Bakugo clearly saw your bra. There was no possible way he couldn’t have but you thought it was sweet that he was pretending he didn’t. It was probably because he didn’t want you to feel embarrassed. Bakugo had never seen anything other than clothes on you so he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. At least, that’s what you thought he was doing.

You shifted closer to him, the heat that radiated from within him was making your sore muscles relax. You suddenly felt very tired like all that energy you gained from that cookie was sapped out. Bakugo knew what you wanted the moment he felt your hands against his chest, your fingers curling into his shirt. He too was exhausted. He used his last bit of energy to tickle you into submission. He felt his eyes growing heavier by the minute, his mouth wide as a yawn tore through it. He brought himself even closer to you. His arms went around your body and his legs began to tangle with yours. The sweet light aroma of your shampoo filled his nostrils and drove him mad. He absolutely loved this smell. It was his obsession. His drug. He had to remind himself later to tell you to never change your shampoo. 

“Katsuki?” You moved your hands to his back. You looked up at him and his crimson eyes were looking right at you. It was almost like they never left you.

“What?” His voice was even more calm. You could tell he was getting sleepy. You decided you should probably make this short. 

“Do you think I’ll be a good hero…?” It was something you were always conscious of. Being in class 1-A was a huge accomplishment but you couldn’t help but question if you were going in the right path. Everyone in your class was so spectacular. They looked like ideal heroes including Bakugo. You wondered was that how they saw you too? 

“Hell yeah, are you kidding? You have a great fucking quirk.”

“Yeah but, it’s not really as great as everyone else’s.”

He was glaring. “You need to stop thinking about other people. They don’t matter.”

“I know.” You buried your face into his neck and you heard him suck his teeth. 

“You think I’m going to let you become a bad hero…?” Bakugo mumbled his words, his lips pressing against the top of your head. You blushed. You assumed he kissed you, but he could’ve been falling asleep. Like a lion cub, he was innocent and calm when he dozed off. All of his energy was gone and waiting to be charged up again. His chest raised and fell as a tired sigh left him. He shifted his body, and his arm around you grew looser.

You kissed his neck in response and you heard his soft hum, his skin vibrating softly to his deep voice. His crimson eyes were gone, shut behind his lids like the blinds that cover his windows. His breathing was reduced to a slow and steady rhythm.

“Katsuki?” He was already too deep in sleep. He was completely knocked out and this time you felt that there was nothing you could do to wake him. So instead, you closed your eyes to his soft snores, adjusting yourself to where your body was completely against Bakugo’s. It made him lie on his back and half your body was on top of his. You wanted to join him in his dreams, be with him in his cognitive world.

“Night… Katsuki.” You yawned before laying your head on his chest, ready to end this exhausting day of training.

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[mari-matsu]

Shelter Chapter 6

One Small Step  ~Exam Time~

The birds are chirping melodiously out of your sight as the fresh morning breeze blew your hair back. Breathing in deeply, you released a content sigh at the wonderful peacefulness of the morning. It was early, too early for you to be heading to school. The sun was just lightly beaming and the crowd of business men and women were still getting ready in the morning. The energy which you see every weekday without fail was still booting up. Yet, here you were wide awake with a type of tranquil air about you.

Why were you up so early? Well it’s certainly not because you woke up at the wrong time like before. No, you chose to wake up. Since yesterday, you were quite bubbly and just full of vigor. The time you had spent with your friends was incredibly fun and refreshing, that you wanted to experience it again. So you became an early riser due to your anticipation for this day.

That said you can’t resist a small smile at the prospect of what may happen. Humming, you let yourself walk instinctively forward as you watched the sparkling river weave beside the city. Your eyes then roamed to the distant mountains that towered over the far buildings, and then to the white fluffy clouds languidly passing by. It was just serene to see these sights. They were something that you usually overlooked when you’re walking to school, but here on the roof of businesses and homes you’re able to appreciate the scenery.

Yes, on the roof. This was, after all, how you commuted to school every day. You vowed to train harder after that incident with Karma, which was really weeks ago, and this ended up as a result. In addition to home training, you decided that doing parkour everyday would be a really great exercise. So here you are, hopping leisurely from roof to roof as the day slowly started to bustle.

The time you spent doing parkour were comfortable. You petted some neighborhood cats as you balanced on top of walls (you even got a couple of kitties following you for a while), and you greeted the friendly neighborhood moms and grandmas who were awake for the day. You even received some cookies from them since they were used to you treading on shingles every morning.

Basically, you were having a downright beautiful day from the time you woke up to now. So when the main building of your school came to view, you didn’t sigh like you usually would. Instead, you happily beamed, already looking forward on the day you’ll have.

So with a bounce in your walk, you paused near the edge of a shop as you searched for a ladder. Finding the top part, you then loosely grabbed hold of the parallel sides before jumping down without hesitation. You felt the metal skim past your fingers, and when you neared the bottom, you quickly tightened your hold to skid to a stop. You then released the tension in your fingers to drop lightly on your feet. After that, you calmly exited the alley as you approached the main gates.

Upon walking through them, you smiled at the lack of students milling around campus. This meant that you still had ample of time. Munching thoughtfully on your cookies, you decided to take a nice stroll through the mountain and maybe look for more pretty sights. Feeling so ecstatic at how you can continue your relaxing morning, you began to skip all the way to the base of the dirt path.

“(Y/N),” You suddenly heard and you awkwardly paused in your chewing and skipping. Turning your head to face the familiar voice, you found yourself blinking in surprise at the sight of strawberry blond hair. Quickly, you gulped down the cookie you were eating as you silently brought your posture to a straight line.

“Gakushu…” You quietly whispered and you abruptly felt your arm being pulled. Stumbling to follow this familiar student, you felt conflicted emotions erupt in your stomach, the most prominent one being anxiousness. “Hold on, Gakushu, what do you think you’re doing?” You shouted as he dragged you up the mountain and behind foliage. When he didn’t respond, you dug your feet in the ground before harshly retracting your arm back. Glaring at him, you said, “Are you even thinking?” then your eyes turned immensely soft as you sharply whispered, “What if someone saw you?”

Asano Gakushu, the son of the principal you abhorred, then slowly turned on his heel. Now facing you, his usual charismatic smile or dark expression wasn’t displayed on his face. Instead, a soft look was splayed on and you gradually found yourself smiling at the sight. Slowly, you brought your arms up to encircle him. “You idiot, your dad has surveillance cameras. You shouldn’t have done that.”

Gakushu quietly hugged you back, albeit awkwardly, before pulling away. The soft look that he had hardened into his plain one as he stated, “He’s busy with planning the midterms. He would hardly notice if I talk to you.” At his words, your body relaxed in relief but a pout wormed its way to your lips.

“Still,” You had murmured, quite vexed at the actions of your friend. Yes, friend. The two of you developed this odd relationship during your time as an A-class student. It’s mainly due to having the same intellect since smart people tend to flock together. However, there was an underlying reason.

Gakushu liked you. Not romantically (yet), no more like as a person. Out of the numerous students in campus, you were the only one that Gakushu actually talked to in a friendly manner rather than condescending. He can’t quite figure out if it’s because you’re the only one that could actually be on par with him in every way, or if it’s because you had such a warm nature. But something about you drew even the most manipulative student to be your friend, and you weren’t complaining. Gakushu was a good friend when he wasn’t being so controlling like his bastard of a father.

Mildly frowning, you bit into another cookie as you eyed the expression on Gakushu’s face. While others can see him being cunning or handsome, you often saw loneliness and lust for power and control. Right now, you’re seeing those very emotions on his face and your visage morphed into concern. “How’ve you been?” You asked quietly, afraid that you might hit a sensitive topic, and Gakushu blinked.

“More or less that same,” He had curtly replied, and while it should give you comfort to know that he hasn’t changed, you felt pity forming in your stomach. That had also meant that he was still receiving the harsh treatment from his father, all study and no fun. You really wished that Gakushu had a better father. Then he wouldn’t be so uptight about everything.

“I missed you, you know that?” You had suddenly sighed after a long minute, and this wasn’t a lie. You truly missed talking to this charismatic student. Unfortunately, due to separate classes and the fact that Gakushu’s dad was the principal, you can’t even give him a friendly glance in fear that Gakuho would reprimand him.

Gakushu breathed a similar sigh, “It’s hard to find someone to have an intellectual conversation with. Why do you have to be such an idiot and violate the rules?”

“You and I both know that I’m not an idiot. I did what’s right. Just admit that you missed me too.” You teased as your lips curled into a warm smile. Gakushu just scoffed at your words, but he didn’t deny them.  Turning your smile into a contemplative one, you asked him, “How’s A-class without me?”

“They’re frightened. You obviously know why and the lessons got tougher. Nothing I can handle of course,” He inputted and you rolled your eyes at the cockiness while mild amusement welled inside. “He’s been kicking it up a notch since you left. Your presence in E-class is a threat to the whole system he has.”  Gakushu abruptly informed you and the corners of your lips turned down at the mention of his father.

“He’ll stop at nothing, won’t he?” You seethed quietly and Gakushu nodded. You knew about Gakuho’s ideals. How he wanted to keep the E-students in a pit of despair so that others may get determination out of it, and you hated it. You thought that the system was unfair; it wasn’t the right way to go about it. E-students shouldn’t be discriminated so that others can work hard. That said determination lit in your eyes as you suddenly claimed, “Well he’s not going to get the satisfaction.”

“He’s been giving the A-class lectures himself even if it’s only the beginning of the week. He might get stricter as the week passes.” Gakushu had warned you and a fierce smile flitted to your face.

“I’ll be fine. You can count on me getting first place with you again.” You had confidently said but Gakushu didn’t feel reassured. The studies that A-class was going through have practically moved to cover the next year, a level that you’ve yet to reach, and Gakushu informed you of that. But you just waved a cookie dismissively as a silent fury gathered in you. “Don’t worry, I got a good teacher. Anyways, can we not talk about this? It really puts a damper in my mood when we talk about him.”

Gakushu coolly stared down at you. “No, we have to talk about this. (Y/N), you yourself know it. He won’t stop at nothing. He’s going to try and manipulate you to do what he wants.” You sighed angrily, already tired of hearing about his father, but Gakushu suddenly gripped your arms to get you to focus on him. With his mouth taut to a straight line, he said, “Don’t listen to him. He will try to goad you into something stupid that will cost you. I-,” And he paused as he narrowed his eyes in thought, “I don’t want to have to think that you’re like the others.”

And at his words, you find yourself torn. On one side, you’re quite elated to know that your controlling friend was showing care. But on the latter, you were quite pissed at how he was degrading your fellow classmates and friends. So with a rather neutral tone, you said, “I won’t. But Gakushu, you have to stop talking crap about my friends.”

Gakushu slowly released your biceps to haughtily cross his arms. “I’ll stop when they get on our level.” Well that’s Gakushu for you. He’s condescending to anyone lower than him. Sighing, you glanced at the sun and saw how it was significantly higher than when you last saw it. You’ve been talking too long with Gakushu- students may already be swarming in campus. That meant that the two of you need to separate.

So you took a step back as you offered your friend a smile. “I would beat you up for degrading my friends, but we would both know that the outcome would be a tie. But seriously, don’t say stuff like that in front of my face again, Gakushu. I don’t want to have to think that you’re like the others.” You repeated his words from before and your friend just scoffed in the air. “Well, bye Gakushu. It was nice talking to you again.”

You then turned on your heels. As you started to ascend the mountain, you heard sharply behind you, “Watch out, (Y/N). Don’t fall into his trap.” And you waved a hand to show that you acknowledged his words without turning around.

While the conversation between you and Gakushu was tensed and mildly serious, you can’t help but feel a bit elated. You rarely get to see this cold friend of yours. Since E-class was supposed to be discriminated by everyone, Gakushu wasn’t able to meet up with you or even text you since the school year started. So despite the manner of the conversation, you were so happy that he took the time to talk to you. You just wished that his father, Gakuho, would never hear about this meeting. If he found out, matters would then be taken to make sure that A-class remains superior and separate from the End Class. Frowning at the unfairness, you nibbled on a cookie as Gakushu’s warning resounded in your head.

 ~*~*~*~

 “Nagisa~, what are you doing?” You quietly whispered as you saw your friend looking in the staff room through a crack of the door. He started at your voice as he guiltily glanced in your direction, and you stifled a laugh as you drew closer. “I don’t think you should be eavesdropping on their conversation.” You chastised him lightly, almost teasingly, and Nagisa sheepishly smiled.

“You’re right,” Then he quietly took a step back to head for the entrance. A thoughtful expression was on his face, and you’re curious about what he overheard, before he addressed you. “Are you coming, (Y/N)-chan?” You apologetically smiled at him before shaking your head.

“I need to talk to Korosensei for a moment. Just go on without me.” At your words, his lips pulled into a tensed line. He quickly sneaked a glimpse to the nearly closed door, and you raised a brow at his sly actions. “Are you okay?” You asked almost inaudibly and suddenly Nagisa grabbed your hand. Worry was splayed on his features and you’re more curious than ever to know what got him so concerned.

With the most anxious voice he can muster, Nagisa said, “Don’t go in there. Walk home with me today. Talk to Korosensei tomorrow.” You found yourself flabbergasted. Nagisa was never this agitated before. You considered listening to him, but you really wanted to talk about the midterms with your teacher. You opened your mouth to tell him that, but he quickly said, “Please, I don’t want you to go in there.”

You eyed the worry-stricken expression on his face before slowly shaking your head. You gently pulled your hand away from his grasp as an apologetic smile took over your features. “It’s important. I have to do it today.” And with that, a defeated expression draped over Nagisa’s face. His arms fell limply by his side and now it became your turn to worriedly gaze at him. Smiling comfortingly at him, you questioned Nagisa with, “What’s wrong?”

Then very quietly, as if he didn’t want it to be true, he breathed out, “The principal is in there.” Instantly, your whole body turned rigid and your hands unconsciously clenched. The smile you had faltered into a scowl. You really hated hearing about him. He just immediately made you angry and you had to try your hardest not to blow up right then and there.

“Nagisa, I want you to be honest with me. What did he say?” At the tight tone, Nagisa gazed at you with worried eyes. He didn’t want to tell you what he overheard since it may put you in an unpredictable mood. That said he clamped his lips shut as you stared dead in his eyes. “Please, just tell me.” And when he didn’t answer, you sighed. “Never mind, you don’t have to say anything. I bet he’s talking about the position E-class is in, right?” Nagisa tensed underneath visibly and you knew you were right.

“Nagisa, please go ahead.” And when you spot the immediate anxiousness in his face, you added, “Don’t worry about me. I wanted to talk to our principal as well.” Gakushu’s warning was vivid in your memory as you said that and you found yourself taking in a shaky breath. Screw the fore warning; you’re going to confront this E-class matter with the principal once and for all, “Please, Nagisa, just go.”

And this time, your friend didn’t argue. He saw the determined and cold look in your eyes and he knew that no matter how much he begged, you wouldn’t budge. That said he reluctantly nodded before swiftly pulling you into a hug. Whispering in your ear, Nagisa said with a sad tone, “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“No promises,” You growled before he pulled away. Nagisa then took slow strides to the entrance. He took a quick glance over his shoulder to you and curtly waved him goodbye. Nagisa mirrored your actions, albeit a bit more solemn, before he headed down the dirt path. You then faced the doors to the staff room. Taking in a deep breath, you gripped the edge of the wooden door. Today’s the day you settle this. With that, you slammed the door open, your anger exuding with that swift yet ferocious action.

“While I realize it’s natural for assassins-,” The principal was saying before you had sharply interrupted him with your sudden presence. Your teachers stared at you with shock as the principal minutely blinked in surprise before he put on a charismatic smile. Spreading his arms in a mild welcoming gesture, he said, “(L/N)-san, we were just talking about you.”

At his words you clenched your jaw as Korosensei suddenly got in front of you. His usual smile was on his face but you detect nothing kind in his personality. Instead, you felt a silent fury like you’re experiencing “(Y/N)-chan,” He had started off quietly yet authoritative as he used a tentacle to push you away, “You shouldn’t be here,” Your teacher told you and you silently brought up a hand to put his tentacle down.

Striding away from Korosensei, you calmly approached your principal as your mind buzzed with hate for this man. Pulling on a fake smile, you said, “It’s alright Sensei. I was bound to be called in anyways,” You told him while subtly glaring at Gakuho. “Besides, I wanted to talk to Asano-san.”

“What a coincidence. I wanted to have a word with you as well.” Gakuho commented before pulling himself on his feet. He then smiled sweetly down at you as he said, “You must be aware of this already, (L/N)-san, but you have committed harm to two D-students as you threatened them. I received the complaint and the surveillance cameras don’t lie. It’s only right if I suspend you for the rest of the term, yes?” He had said and Gakushu’s warning pounded in your head along with your anger.

He will try to goad you into something stupid that will cost you.

“You’re right I should be suspended. But is that really how you want to deal with me? Asano-san, that’s pretty cowardly.” As a saccharine smile wormed its way to your principal’s mouth, you mentally apologized to Gakushu. He told you to watch out, but here you were fully aware of the fact that you’re stepping into a trap. No, you’re walking right into the mouth of a predator, but you’re not scared. If anything, you’re waltzing in with a smile and knife glinting.

“What do you mean, (L/N)-san?” Your principal asked all too kindly and you had to resist acting out violence to this man.

Don’t fall for his trap.

“I’m not stupid, Asano-san. I know what you’ve been doing to A-class after I left. You’re pushing them to learn more, and it’s because you’re worried that I, an E-student, would top the midterms like I usually do.” You heard your teachers in the background mildly reprimanding you for speaking up, but you drowned them out as you darkly chuckled. “You just won’t stop. You’ll do anything to stop me because I’m a threat to your stupid system, aren’t I?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, (L/N)-san. I’m merely acting out my duties as a principal to ensure my student’s education,” Liar. And you knew Korosensei was aware of that with the way he suddenly grew quiet.

Don’t do anything stupid.

Nagisa had just told you. You inaudibly apologized to him as well, as you seethed, “I’m sick and tired of the unfair treatment that you are giving E-class and how you’re enforcing others to follow your ways.” You had started as you unknowingly bunched your hands to a fist. With a deep breath, you steely held the eyes of the man that you hate. Feeling yourself shake from the contained anger that you had, you said through gritted teeth, “So let’s have a challenge.”

Your principal had to hold back a smirk at your words. You were falling incredibly and perfectly to his plans. He could hardly care if you were getting fed up by the system he created, or how you’re aware of his intentions. Gakuho just wanted to lead you on to this very challenge that you declared, because if he accepts, then everything would work perfectly for him. That said, he told you to go on as he already smiled in predetermined victory, and you noticed this manner.

“The midterms, if I get the top spot like I usually do, you would forget about the suspension and give the E-students the same right you’ve given to A, B, C, and D classes.” You had stated and Karasuma-sensei and Irina-sensei gaped in mild shock at your straight forwardness, but they didn’t interfere.

“Interesting,” The principal had said, feeling satisfaction at your words. This was what he wanted to hear. “So if you don’t place first along with my son, then what would happen?” You stayed silent, meaning for him to choose his terms. Grinning menacingly, he said, “If you place second or lower, I’ll be kind to forget about the suspension. However, you wouldn’t mind if I tweak the records to officially state that you ranked the lowest. Would you, (L/N)-san?”

This was it, the trap, the very thing that Gakushu had warned you that his dad would do. He’ll stop at nothing to make sure that E-class remained at the bottom. But you were, like you said, a threat. He needed to make sure that you won’t show up the rest of the students again, thus his proposition. If you even got second, then you would automatically be bumped to the lowest rank. While you and Gakuho would know of your true score, everyone will just see you as the scum at the bottom of the barrel, the supposed place E-class was meant to be in.

You knew of those intentions. You had understood it from the way he presented himself in the beginning. Yet despite knowing that you’re committing academic suicide with this, you accepted. You had bobbed your head in agreement eliciting a disbelieving shout from Karasuma-sensei and Irina-sensei. The principal just smirked at your words.

“Well then, I guess I have nothing else to say with that. I suppose I should bid you farewell then.” Gakuho then brought a hand up to wave goodbye, but you saw it as the starting signal to take aim. With a gun pointed at you, he’s ready to shoot you down the moment you lose this challenge. Shaking in pent up anger, you vaguely heard him say, “Good luck on your midterms, (L/N)-san,” before leaving the room.

“(L/N)-san, what were you thinking? There’s no escape from the system he built here.” Karasuma-sensei said as he gestured to a newspaper. “He had this system for years. You can’t just break it down that easily.” You steely stared at your teacher, determination in your eyes and Karasuma suddenly saw the gaze of a pro assassin, ready to do whatever it takes to make the kill. And in this case, your kill was the education system in this school.

“Watch me, Sensei.” With that chilling sentence, you faced Korosensei. You asked him with your most confident voice, “Do you mind teaching me for the midterms? Forget reviewing me for now, teach me everything. All the way to high school level, please.” Your words brought a noise of astonishment from Irina-sensei and Karasuma-sensei. But you were too focused on your yellow teacher to properly acknowledge that.

Korosensei turned his gaze to meet yours and a mental conversation passed between the two of you. Both of you didn’t like the system that Gakuho had, and both of you wanted what’s best for E-class. That said you’re both willing to stop him or even up him in his own game. So it wasn’t a surprise when your teacher nodded in agreement. Smiling darkly, you mentally prepared yourself for the vigorous studying that has yet to come.

 ~The next day~

 “Good morning, class! Today you’ll be seeing even more of me!” Korosensei said with an echo as his afterimages clustered the classroom. Your grip on your pencil tightened in determination as five afterimages surrounded you. Your teacher grinned at everyone’s amazed faces due to all of his duplicates, as he merrily said, “Now let’s begin!”

At his words, you quickly told the afterimages, “We’ll skip English completely. I’m confident in that since I attended my parent’s business trips to America. Instead, we’ll start with History and Social studies before moving on to Science. Can we do that Korosensei?” You asked politely first as two of the five chimed with a yes. You then hardened your eyes into focus as you flipped open two blank black notebooks. With an unwavering tone you said, “Then let’s go we have no time to waste.”

“In Greek mythology, Zeus was the main reason why problems existed-,” Your teacher started off and you swiftly wrote down anything you deemed important or anything that Korosensei enunciated and repeated, and soon enough you were going through page after page as Korosensei’s afterimages flipped the book for you. As he droned, and you wrote, your mind was unconsciously taking in the information to memory and you found yourself imagining the Greek history as it played through your mind.

This was how you learned, how you got the top spot in every test. Your mind was made to learn, to absorb knowledge, and it only got better when you were interested or determined in the subject. You could easily remember facts and objects to the smallest detail so long as you imagined it. When your parents found out at that you were quite the visual learner, they focused your studies to include movies, pictures, anything that would help you paint a picture. And right now, you were able to clearly see the battlefields in Greek, the influence of the Grecian Gods and Goddesses. The vivid imagery helped you understand the importance of what Korosensei was teaching you, and you simply focused on trying to keep up with his words. Your imagination, your creative and imaginative mind was the key to your success.

“And that’s everything you should learn in World History and Japanese background for the next four years. For science, there are some chemicals that you need to remember.” Your teacher quickly moved on to the next topic and you took a quick break to stretch out your cramping fingers as he switched the completely filled notebooks with yet another blank one. The afterimage of your teacher that focused on Math then took those recently finished books to a growing pile. Despite the topic change, you remained faithful to your note taking and repeating, as Korosensei breezed by with his lessons.

It was difficult to keep up. You always took pride in your academic lessons, considering how important it was for you and your parents to maintain a fantastic GPA for the high school entrance exams. However, as the minutes passed, as the time continued, you found yourself slipping up a little. You incorrectly spelled words in your notebook, you jotted down too few or incorrect information. Your dominant hand was starting to hurt even more and you became frustrated at the pace you were suddenly taking.

Frowning, you decided to tell your teacher, “Sensei, can we please take a break?”

“Of course, (Y/N)-san,” Korosensei abruptly halted his Mach 20 speed-teaching and a gust of wind blew around the classroom. You could hear the exhales of others as they welcomed the break after such a strenuous study session. Everyone was working so hard to receive top scores in this exam, which meant you had to work even harder. But a break was necessary in order for you to resume the fast pace cramming.  

“That must’ve been exhausting, even for him....” The words perked your attention as you glanced to the front of the classroom. Your teacher was draped across his desk, red fanning across his face as steam seemed to rise from the spot. You made a tiny smile as you jokingly whispered ‘takoyaki’ to yourself due to the hilarious resemblance. Even Korosensei was working hard for E-class.

You heaved a sigh as you reached down to massage your cramped hand. That’s right... He’s working hard for this class. Memories of yesterday’s encounter with the principal flooded back and you can’t help the way your heartbeat picked up in anger. The reason why you were cramming from morning to noon, the reason why Korosensei exhausts himself every hour, the reason why everyone in this damn school studies and treats the exam like life or death was all because of Gakuho.

At this point, everyone was doing what they do, not because of the enjoyment of studying or the satisfaction of learning and understanding, but because of fear. The students in this school don’t live but survive. They struggle to remain in the position they are in or at least far from the bottom of the chain. They do anything to keep themselves afloat from the “failure” that is the End Class. Yes... because at this point of time the students have been controlled by the idea that Gakuho placed; the idea that education is a matter of grades, and not what you take and grow from.

You furrowed your brows. When did it become like this? Since when did the beautiful idea of learning develop into something so robotic and insincere? How low did the education system become where the temporary visual of an A was valued more than long term knowledge?

Sighing once more, you ran a thumb across your inner palm to smooth the tensed muscles. You suppose the how didn’t matter so long as you discovered the end to it. You were going to do whatever it takes for this threatening system to dissolve. Because, you were now part of the E-class, a wacky but lovable class full of funny antics with a weird and perverted octopus teacher, an immature busty world-class assassin, and a stoic yet respectable military officer. You’d be damned if the people you grew to care for were mistreated or underappreciated.

“We’re the End Class, Korosensei,” Okajima stated. You looked up again to see the group of students congregated around your octopus teacher who lay silently on his desk. The defeated tone that was used to utter the sentence didn’t go by unnoticed by you.

“What do you mean by that?” You queried and the group of students turned, jumping at the sudden awareness of your presence. You quirked a brow as Okajima blinked unresponsively towards you. “Don’t tell me you guys have already given up.”

Yada gave a small smile as she threaded her fingers in her ponytail, “It’s not like that, (Y/N)-chan, but at the place we’re at... we can’t exactly expect something more from all of us academically, you know?”

At her response, you narrowed your eyes at the brunette before sweeping your eyes over the rest of the class. They also donned a similar defeatist and sheepish smile. “No I don’t.” You then stood up with a tiny frown. “Guys, we are definitely more than what we have been labeled with. Are you telling me that just because the principal put us in E-class, we can’t achieve success?”

“Well, you can do it.” Rio inputted. Her face shifted to a pondering one as she glanced around to the rest of the class. “Karma can too. Maybe Isogai and Kataoka... I don’t know about anyone else though-. We’re all kind of a ditzy bunch.” She mused and the rest gave a short laugh at the quip. You however, sensed a slowly rising frustration within you.

“How can you say that?” You whispered. “This is exactly what Gakuho wanted from all of us; defeat. We can’t give up. We’ve been studying so hard.” You exclaimed while gesturing to the books littered on each individual’s desks. You can spy a lot of scribbles, extremely indelicate handwriting due to the fast-paced study session, but you knew that those were information nonetheless. It was still effort to gain a good score for the midterms, and yet they were already resigned to the fate tied to the End Class. You gritted your teeth slightly at the notion being presented to you. “How can you guys give in to the system of the school?”

At your questioning, the lot avoided your eye contact. You can’t accept this... You’re fighting for them, for their right to be an equal student in the eyes of the whole school, and yet they can’t even bring themselves to have a sliver of faith in their abilities. What was the point of even studying and risking everything that you are as a dedicated student, if the ones you’re fighting for can’t even try? You exhaled a slow and disappointed breath.

“(Y/N)-chan is right...” A voice piped up in the dull of the crowd and you zeroed in on Nagisa as embarrassment crept up his cheeks as a shade of pink. He raised his eyes to lock with yours, and you knew he was remembering the conversation he overheard yesterday. Determination then steeled his expression and he directed his attention to his fellow classmates. “I like being in the E-class. Everyone else thinks that it’s a place full of unappreciative students but I know that our class is more than that... It’s fun.” He swallowed a lump in his throat as he said that and he awkwardly cleared it away. Embarrassment once again etched away on his skin. “My point is, this class isn’t nothing. It’s us, our collective experience as students and assassins, and I don’t want to be disgraced again for being here.”

           At the end of his speech, a small moment of pause occurred as everyone absorbed what Nagisa explained. You had to admit, a smile began to worm its way on your lips as he talked. You’re at least glad that Nagisa understood and was willing to fight back.

           “But don’t you think that’s easier said than done?” Maehara sighed. “I don’t know about the rest of you but I’m pretty bad at English. I can’t make any sense of the language and I don’t think I can improve by the time the midterms come up.” Murmurs of agreement bubbled up from the class and Maehara gave a small grin, one that wasn’t as bright as his signature ones. “I’d love to kick ass and show people what’s up, but I’m me. When it comes to academics, my best isn’t enough.”

           “Then we’ll work on it!” Kayano interjected all of a sudden, a sudden fire in her heart. She glanced at you with power and she pumped her fists to show the will abruptly enveloping her. “Korosensei is doing his best with his speed and teaching us what we need! We just have to improve ourselves with that until our best is enough. We can do it! I mean... we have to for our sake.”

           You were now grinning as another joined your optimism. Glancing around at the slowly shifting expression of your classmates, you clapped your hands with authority to gather their attention. “Come on, we can do this. Sure results won’t be evident today, but when we take that test tomorrow we’ll see that we got somewhere. And that’s good enough for me. If we can even show Gakuho and everyone else that we can be competition, then we can definitely give them a run for their money when the final exams come.”

           Small smiles started to don on your classmates and you ecstatically felt the optimism and determination hitting you in waves. Finally, there is a spark. Chatter grew then and you could hear distinct promises of change for the better. Plans were made to meet and study with classmates who were strong on specific subjects, and soon the class became a hub of excitement. There’s a plan of action now. The gloom before, has been lifted even if this might be temporary.

           “Oh~ the sight is too much for my weary heart!” The dramatic statement uttered by Korosensei took you and your classmates by surprise as the octopus draped a tentacle over his forehead and another at his heart. Feigning weakness, he then said, “The abundance of youth in this one room is overflowing, but fantastic! You all have certainly grown to be determined students and therefore determined assassins.” Your teacher grinned as he straightened up to his full height and he gave a gentle pat towards Nagisa and Kayano.

           “Nagisa-kun, Kayano-chan, and (Y/N)-chan are certainly correct! We cannot back down. We must make the principal eat his words.” His eyes then glowed a ferocious red as a smirk widened across his yellow face. Anyone could tell that your teacher was also fired up. “We’ll make sure that he regrets storming in my office Hohohohoho~”

           “Korosensei...” The class seemed to sweatdrop as the octopus chuckled but soon the class was snickering at the unique laughter. Before long, people were full-blown laughing and there was a type of merriment in the classroom. It felt jovial, hopeful, and-.

           “That being said, I’m leaving the class if all of you do not place in the top fifty for the midterms.”

           “Ehh?”

 ~*~*~*~

 Silently, you closed the notebook labeled 35 before letting your head slump back to hit your bed. You inaudibly tried to recall what you read in that notebook before straightening up with a tiny frown. Admittedly, you couldn’t remember much of anything from that notebook. Things started to blur for you. The idea of algebra and chemistry muddled your brain and you could hardly recollect the events of the Meiji Period. You took that as a sign to take a break and you heaved a deep sigh as you laid your head on your bed.

You were in your room above the restaurant. Your parents were working late today and you have no choice but to wait upstairs until they were done, so you decided to start revising, although you weren’t reviewing the notes you made during class. You see, after Korosensei’s surprising statement to leave in the event that even one member of the E-class failed to enter the top 50, the class decided to bully him with upset and incredulous shouts. Such as, “Hey Tako stop shitting around!” and, “Stop scaring us or I will really assassinate you right now.” It was honestly very amusing, but when all of you realized that he was serious, the threat chilled everyone to their bones.

“My job as your teacher is to first and foremost get you all at a successful level. If I don’t see any improvement, it would mean that I fail as a teacher. If I leave...” Korosensei seemed to have a very mocking smile, almost as if he was egging the rest of E-class on, “then you’d have no chance in assassinating me.”

Your sensei was pushing your classmates with this terrifying incentive, and it worked. Even you were tempted to put more despite the difficulty of your studies. So after school, you asked your teacher to quickly give you some simple notes for college level subjects, stuff that will only get introduced if you chose a certain major. Korosensei was more than happy to oblige as he used his Mach 20 speed to whip up 40 of them. The books didn’t explain everything, but you at least learned something new just in case.

So here you were, overlooking the books you’ve obtained in hopes of last minute cramming. Admittedly, it’s overwhelming and surely not a recommended method of learning, but it’s all for your classmates. You’re going to make sure to gain first place so they won’t be discriminated anymore. With that resolute idea in your mind, you reached over for another book with newfound vigor. Gakuho won’t know what hit him.

“(Y/N), you have a visitor.” Your dad’s voice chimed from a speaker on the wall (you know like the things that some apartments have so you can tell who’s at your door), and you minutely glanced up from the books to questioningly gaze forward. Who would visit you so late at night? Curious, you told your dad to let the visitor up with a push of a button. To which your father responded with, “Open up the door then. But make sure no funny business happens while you’re alone with him!”

You blinked. Him? You then got up with a crack of your bones. You left your room to approach the door at the living room, and you swiftly looked through the peephole. A short gasp left your lips, and you quickly unlatched the door to see a tuft of scarlet hair. “Karma…” You breathed in surprise before making room for him. “What are you doing here?” You asked as he calmly waltzed in.

“I’m here for the study session of course.” Karma had grinned and you furrowed your brows in confusion. What study session? Did you mistakenly make plans for one during school? No, even if you were tired you knew better than to suggest something before the tests. So what on earth? Your thoughts must’ve been clear because Karma had said, “Korosensei told us that you were hosting a group study session and that you had all these notes that you were willing to share.”

While you are willing to share what you’ve learned, you definitely weren’t planning to have a study session so late. So a flabbergasted expression passed on your face at how Korosensei suddenly pinned all of this on you. “Wait, so what you’re telling me is that a bunch of people from class is coming here, right now. They’re literally on their way.” At Karma’s nod, you heaved a deep sigh. “That octopus…” You quietly grumbled.

Don’t get it wrong, you liked company especially if it’s your friends, but you really didn’t like how unexpected it was. Now you have to clean up and serve refreshments, and if the situation spiraled to it, which it will most likely will, you have to find a way to take them home safely since it is pretty late. Ah well Korosensei can be a cab for your friends. It’s the least he can do since he put you through this without your knowledge. That said, you quickly went to your room to start organizing, mildly hurrying since you have no idea how long until the others get here.

“So, I see that you’re enjoying my jacket,” Karma had playfully noted as he followed after you and minutely glanced down at your attire as you blushed, embarrassed. It was cold in your room so you tugged on the first thing that you saw and it was his jacket. It was a good choice for it warmed you up immediately since it engulfed you in the soft, and incredibly insulated, material.

You entered your room and set on stacking your notes in order, before saying with a sheepish chuckle, “I hope you don’t mind. It’s pretty comfy.” Then you pushed the notes you wrote to a corner as you suddenly added, “I’m sorry by the way. I meant to give it back to you earlier but I forgot.”

“It’s okay,” Karma had hummed, mildly taking satisfaction of you wearing his clothes. “You can keep it if you want.” At that you raised a surprised brow to which Karma added, “If you don’t mind me taking some of these books.” He gestured to the black stack of notebooks you just moved and you didn’t hesitate to nod. You’re willing to trade books filled with stuff you already knew for a really nice jacket. Grinning at the content smile you had on your face over the trade, Karma felt the butterflies in his stomach again.

He wanted to tell you what he always wanted to say, and that was, of course, gorgeous. Karma really wanted for once to say it to your face, and he actually picked up the courage to open his mouth to say it. When he’s about to catch your attention, a sudden booming voice cut him off, “(Y/N), you got more visitors. What’s up with that? You do realize it’s like ten. You’re gonna be responsible for them, you do know that?” Your dad’s voice filled your room and you chuckled at his manner of speaking.

Leaning over to the speaker, you said, “Send them up, please~ and yeah, I understand. I’ll make sure that they get home safe.” At your words, your dad just hummed. He was pretty cool with a bunch of things that happen, so he didn’t question how you were going to ensure their safety. He trusted you enough. That said, you got up to your feet to open the door again as Karma felt a bit dejected at the miss opportune.

Wait. No he can’t just leave it like that. How long is he going to wait for him to buck up the courage? Biting on his lower lip, Karma coughed to get your attention as you were leaving the room. Turning around to glance at him questioningly, the redhead donned the cheekiest smile he could muster as he rested his chin on his fist. “You look really adorable (Y/N).” You blinked at his words, uncertain what to make of it but a warmth enveloped your chest.

You smiled as you reached for the sleeves of the jacket. “Oh- thank you. I guess-,”

“Shame you only look that way because of my jacket.” A book flew through the air, nearly nailing Karma’s shoulder as he laughed boisterously. Of course he dodged the attack and you momentarily clicked your tongue in half-hearted disappointment.  

“Since when did you become so mean?” You huffed as you folded your arms, now very keenly aware of the jacket.

Since I figured this is the only way I can express myself. Karma shrugged, tongue mockingly sticking out of the corner of his lips. “I don’t know. Maybe when you made it easy for me to mess with you.” You threw your hands in the hair. Words were halfway out of your mouth when the redhead interjected, “though you truly are adorable.” On the inside, Karma cursed at the way his heart began palpitating.

You stopped, stared at his cheeky grin and the way he didn’t wholly meet your gaze before narrowing your eyes. You didn’t know what to make of this comment since the previous one led to teasing, so you merely brushed it off with, “Yeah, if you say so.” The toothy grin Karma displayed didn’t leave as you turned on your heels to greet whoever was waiting behind your door. But he did reach a hand to his chest. In one breath, Karma exhaled the butterflies that fluttered when he genuinely complimented you.

Damn it. Expressing what he felt was gonna be a lot harder than he thought.

 ~*~*~*~

 This was it, the day of the exams. Your class had already filed in the classroom and was currently taking the test. The first was math, something that honestly had you nervous since this was a subject that didn’t require your superhuman ability to learn. It tested your problem-solving abilities, and while you can go ahead and say that you’re excellent at that, you can’t deny the fact that it had you on edge. Mistakes can be made, not because you don’t know how to do them, but because you were quite the speedy solver. Your speed typically meant a few mistakes here and there, since you never double check your math.

Yet despite how uneasy you were, you were correctly answering the questions. In the first half of the exams, it was fairly easy, child’s play almost. But when you got to the eleventh question, you found your abilities being tested and you had to mildly focus on getting the right answers. It was trickier than you had expected on a junior high test, but you’re prepared for it because Korosensei had taught you the high school level. That said you’re positive that you got them alright, and you were so glad that you went ahead with your studies.

Feeling a bit better, you smiled when you reached the last part of the test, only one more question left. You quickly glanced at it, feeling confident, when you suddenly felt your blood run cold. This- this shouldn’t be on a junior high school test. This was something else entirely, topology, multivariate calculus, real analysis, and theories. The last question of the test touched on those subjects, and you knew that these were on a whole other level. You were prepared to tackle on high school level math, and you had brushed up on reading some college level math but this… you can’t do this.

And you soon found that you can’t do the other tests as well.

After math, you took on Science, Social Studies, and Japanese, and you found yourself face to face with yet another college level question. It was the same for all of them. You would ace every question until the end. Then the last part, that one advanced question, would throw you off entirely. And you knew that you weren’t going to gain first place. Your thoughts were only confirmed when Gakushu sent you a text after the exams.

He gave me a last minute lecture on all subjects.

You didn’t have to ask him to elaborate to find out what he meant. In addition to how he broadened the scope of the subjects for the midterms, Gakuho had included something you weren’t prepared for. He did that to throw you off as he taught his son the answers for those questions. It’s for certain now.

You lost the challenge.

 ~*~*~*~

 “The responsibility is entirely mine. I seem to have underestimated what this school is capable of.” Your teacher had said, back trained to face your whole class as Korosensei felt the immeasurable wave of guilt beating him in. You quietly sat in your seat, lashes fluttering as you try to blink back the tears. If he felt that much guilt, then imagine how you felt.

It was the day after the exams. Everyone had received their scores and all of you didn’t have to speak to find out what the class got. The tensed atmosphere was enough to explain the results, and it was your entire fault that they got such a grade. You weren’t surprised to find that Gakuho changed the spectrum of the subjects, he certainly was conniving enough for it, but you didn’t expect him to take a step further. In the end, you didn’t reach first place and you brought your class their downfall.

Slowly standing in your seat, you performed a ninety degree bow. With a lump in your throat, you addressed your classmates and said, “I’m sorry. This was all me…. I knew what he was trying to pull and yet I went ahead with it and then…” You choked on your words, unable to continue as a tear dropped on your desk. Your classmates looked at you, confused at your words, but completely feeling sad at the tear-stained you.

“(Y/N)-chan,” Nagisa quietly said as he saw the tear drops spilling on your desk, and he felt his mood worsen at the sight. Standing up to project his voice, Nagisa said, “It’s not your fault. You’re not the one responsible for all of this.”

“Y-yeah,” Kayano joined in a second later as she waved her paper. “This was a result because of the sudden difficult questions.”

“You’re not the one to blame.” Hinano said a second later and the class began to mumble out their similar sentiments. As they said all that, you shook your head. The guilt was weighing in you more than ever at the way they’re trying to cheer you up. They didn’t know that it was your fault. If they did, then they wouldn’t be saying all that stuff.

Drawing in a shaky breath, you faced your classmates with blurry vision. “It is my fault. I’m the reason why there was a college level question on there. It was added to make sure that I can’t reach first place. I’m the whole reason why you guys got such low scores. I’m so sorry,” And you can’t stop the waterworks as your throat tightened again.

You can’t face them ever again after what you did. And you can’t face Korosensei again since he was so confident about your abilities. You really screwed up. You shouldn’t have taken the bait; you should’ve listened to Gakushu. If you did, then that bastard of a principal wouldn’t resort to changing the midterms.

“Well, I don’t know about the others, but changing a few questions isn’t going to stop me.” Karma’s voice suddenly quipped and you turned a tearful look in his direction. Karma felt his body tense at the saddened you and he wanted to make you smile again. So, he took his papers and scattered them over your desk. At his actions, you wiped away the tears to look at the paper clearly, and when you did, your eyes widened considerably.

“H-how did you get third place?” You breathed out and your classmates exclaimed in amazement as they huddled around your desk. Even Korosensei sped his way in your direction to glance down at the papers. In bright red, low 90s were circled as Karma’s rank splayed on a sheet of paper beside it. Third place was clearly visible and you had to hold in a relief breath at the sight.

At least not everybody was a subject of your foolishness. Karma eyed the mildly relieved expression on your face before replying. “Korosensei went an extra mile with me since my grades were already good. But it was because of that study session at your place that I managed to get the knowledge to pull through the last part of the tests. I hope you don’t mind, but I took a glance at some of your advance notes.” Karma winked and you lightly chuckled through the lump in your throat.

“But you know I’m staying right here. Assassination is way more fun than going back to my old class. So what’s the plan? You gonna use the other’s results as an excuse to turn tail and run? Sounds like you’re just scared we might kill you?” Karma had teased and Korosensei turned frustrated at the remark. Your classmates caught on to the goading and they soon joined in with the teasing. Korosensei soon blew up at the large amount of mockery and you laughed at the sight.

Karma felt his own smile appear after seeing yours and he subtly took your papers. Holding them up by the edge, he said, “Well, if you still feel like running away after seeing my scores. Would you leave when (Y/N)-chan is this close?” And a wave of astonishment resounded in your classmates. In Karma’s hands, your papers were circled and marked with bright 98’s. Your rank was tacked on another paper and your friends gasped when they saw it. You had placed second.

Korosensei was in shock once again as your classmates congratulated you on your top score. Karma nudged you on the side and very quietly said, “I know you’re not happy about getting second place, but do you mind joining the tease? I think Korosensei just needs one more taunt to stay.” At his words your eyes widened.

Your classmates weren’t aware of the challenge that you made with Gakuho, so they didn’t realize how bad earning second place was to you. To them, they’re just amazed that you were able to handle the midterms so well. To your classmates, your grade wasn’t a sign of failure; it was another reason to have Korosensei stay. That said you shouldn’t be treating your grade as if it’s the cause of everyone’s downfall. Nope, you should use it like Karma did.

So with that in mind, you took in a breath to rid your body of its sad and guilty nerves. You then glanced to your teacher with a warm smile and said, “Korosensei, if you leave now how will I ever get first place during the finals.” Korosensei stilled in surprise before a chuckle emanated from him.

“Well then, I’m staying right here! I’m not running away!” He had enunciated with a half-hearted glare at your classmates and you joined with them as they laughed. “I’m going to be right here, and we’re going to make sure that we pay them back two-fold on the end-of-term exams!” And you and your classmates laughed again at his exuberance. While they merrily exchanged wishes for improvement, you gazed at the grade on your paper once more. Something snapped inside you at the sight... Yes, you have been actively trying to achieve the greatest grade possible as a child, but it appears as if the way you have been going about your studies isn’t enough anymore.

Gakuho showed you that he’s willing to put the effort to keep you, a degenerate, in place. That just meant you have to put equal risk to counter his actions... Now what that entails is unknown to you- but you’re at least confident that you’re going to need to change to make E-class a haven from his corrupted thoughts. Maybe more strenuous studying? Maybe more efforts to ruin Gakuho’s plans? More deals to make? You’re not sure what you’re going to do, but as you watch the brilliant and radiant way everyone was smiling, you knew you had to do whatever it takes to protect the happiness in this class. Even if it came at your cost.

#shelter #chapter 6 #assassination classroom #im getting there

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anon date ask meme pt.1

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21, m, darkblond hair, 1m82. Brown eyes with a smidge of green in them. I'm a trained chocolatier, I play the bagpipes and i like writing (even though i never get around to actually doing it). As for a date, I can't decide between a movie, or walk through a nice forest. But afterwards a homecooked meal. I like vanila, not crazy about it but surtain brands are irresistable to me. My fav ice cream to buy is a scoop of chocolate and a scoop of banana together.

did you,,, mention that you’re a chocolatier bc you know my weakness for chocolate???? bc it worked. absolutely. wow. you had me there (and with the brown eyes aaa) yes to movie and/or forest stroll, and YES TO THE HOMECOOKED MEAL, did someone give you a cheat sheet to my heart??? 1000/10 would date wow r u real <3

I'm 16, a female and 160cm. I have dark brown almost black eyes with dark brown hair. I love reading, writing, drawing and learning new things. Since I also love food, maybe the date can be lunch or dinner in a restaurant with us talking about our interests, just to get to know each other. Then we can have desert :D Which is ice cream ofc. I quite like vanilla ice cream, but my favourite is probably Mint Choc Chip :)

your hair and eye color slay me :’)))) FOOD DATES ARE AMAZING AND I LOVE THEM PEOPLE SHOULD ALWAYS DO THEM!!! there is something so sweet and intimate about eating good food and talking with each other, i love it. I love mint choc chip too so we can absolutely share!!!! 1000/10 would date!

24, Non-binary, 166.6 tall, fave ice cream is salty licorice or licorice, good old true creamy vanilla with real vanilla is so good holy shit. I don't do dates, I'm very bad at that. So series/movie marathons with themes, like VERY bad horror movies or low budget movies with bad acting etc. and good food is a go. i have short brownish red hair and green eyes, my hobbies include searching information of anything i ever get interested in and starting tons of projects i never get to finish

TALL! i’ve never had salty licorice, pls introduceee :DD TRUE VANILLA ICE CREAM IS THE BOMB OKAY when it has real vanilla beans, it’s amazing,,,, I’M EXTREMELY EASY TO SCARE SO MAYBE WE’LL STICK TO THE LOW BUDGET ONES YEA XD any date with good food and i’m sold, good food makes me happy and kind and loving <3 1000/10 would date

15, girl, 5’2. Heterocromic one blue eye one green and Strawberry blond hair. I love reading, drawing, gardening and baking. I take kung fu so I can protect u lol. I would take u on one of those berry picking farms where you buy what you pick, and then we’d go home and try to make a pie of some fruit, and make homemade vanilla ice cream! (I rly like vanilla ice cream lol)

I loved reading this one because with every new sentence my attraction to you just kinda skyrocketed. eye color and hair color?? queen. ur hobbies? amazing. kung fu??? yes pls my god. BERRY FARM? HELL YES. ICE CREAM WITH PIE? dead. just. dead. 1000/10 would date i love you very much

Date Challenge: 5’9”, 18, male, turquoise eyes, loves reading MHA on ao3 (or just watching it lol) and listening to movie scores. Favorite Ice Cream: Cotton Candy. Date would probably be lunch at a cafe, talking about interests and just heading home to watch cartoons all night

TURQUOISE EYES??? BEAUTIFUL. MAGNIFICENT. LEGENDARY. YOU OWN ME. Movie scores are shizz, you gotta introduce me to those!!!! and hell to the yes to that date - let’s cap it all off with a Gravity Falls marathon!!!! 1000/10 would date <3

I'm nb, 1.59m, 23 with blue eyes and short hair whose colour varies depending on what I want. Now it's red but I wanna dye it pastel pink next. I love video games and reading (so much books to read... SO MUCH.) I like coffee dates (or tea or chocolate depending on your favourite taste!), but also going out to a restaurant (crêperies are my favourite!) or chilling with each other (kinda like cats, simply being in the same room is enough for me haha). I love vanilla ice cream but my fave is mint!

I WANT PASTEL PINK HAIR AND HAVE WANTED IT FOR SO LONG!!! i plan on getting pink hair once we figure out the logistics of getting my hair bleached :’( PLEASE BRING ME TO A CREPERIE I BEG OF YOU I NEED IT DIRELY!!!! same, being peaceful in the same room is so nice and comforting?? simply being quiet with each other is a date in its own way <3 1000/10 would date!!!

I'm 17 (18 this November) l, I'm male (trans). I'm 1.70 m (5' 7 ) tall. I have brown eyes and dark brown hair (but I'm planning of painting it lilac). I love to draw and I'm actually going to study digital animation. My favourite ice-cream is chocolate with mint probably. And for a date I'll probably take you to a cafe or a chill restaurant and later to the movies.

lovely lovely lovely brown eyes <3 ANIMATION!! amazing aaaaa!!! mint chocolate is amazing, isn’t it??? lmao i love how everyone here seems to know that the way to my heart is food xD but yes, pls, do so, 1000/10 would date!!!

female, 15, hazel eyes and brown hair, 151 cm, my ideal date would just be talking while at a restaurant. ive never had any ice cream, but i would love to try it one day!

HONEY!!! MY SWEET SUMMER CHILD!! WE NEED TO GET YOU TO ICE CREAM ASAP!!!!! let that be our date; let me show you the WORLD!! 1000/10 would take on a magical adventure to discover ice cream

16, trans guy, like 155cm or something, blue eyes n ginger hair, BNHA and figure skating are my special interests rn, and my fave ice cream flavour is chocolate with brownies in it. um,, date,,, is pokemon go in the woods a date?

back the fuck up, you have blue eyes and ginger hair? AMAZING. ICONIC. LEGENDARY, I LOVE YOU!!!!!! OMG we can talk about figure skating all day and have chocolate brownie ice cream, which is amazing!!!!! i deleted my pokemon go app but that’s ok, let me be ur misty and go with you as we find pokemon in the woods!!! 1000/10 would date <3

24, Male leaning genderfluid, 193cm (and also a paunch belly, I'm built like a brick house), blueish grey eyes and long brown hair that I dyed the back third green so that when I tie it back in a braid one of the strands is green. I like speculative world building and roleplaying games like DnD, and I like vanilla and all its variations and everything you can combine with it to make something delicious. For a date, I'd take you out to icecream and invite you to play DnD probably.

A BRAID WITH A GREEN STRAND!! THAT’S AMAZING HOLY SHIT!! AND YOU’RE SO BIG!! bet it would be so easy for you to carry me around xD please please please take me out for ice cream and teach me DnD, i’ve always wanted to play!!! 1000/10 would date!

For the date meme: I'm 16, female, 1.67 cm tall, blue-green-gray eyes with a little bit of amber and brown, brown-ish hair, I love reading, drawing and writing(even though I'm bad in the last two), try to teach myself dancing and piano and I love vanille ice-cream, even though I prefer cookie or stracciatella as flavours^^

oh were you the one who sent me an ask about stracciatella before?? YOU SOUND SO BEAUTIFUL OMGG <3 god i wanna learn how to dance too, we can learn together!!!!! <3 <3 <3 1000/10 would date!!

22, female, 155cm green eye, green curly hair. I love baking and making the others happy. I will take you to city u don't know, we will get lost there and explore and then eat in small cozy restaurant.

GREEN HAIR AND GREEN EYES!! ICONIC!! I accept only under the terms that we eat at more than one cozy restaurant!!!!!! i can already imagine us holding hands while misreading street signs xD and maybe you could give me something you baked?? <3 1000/10 would date!

For the date me challenge thingie!!! I’m 18, female, uhhhhh 150cm I think, short black hair (like a fluffy undercut kind), dark brown eyes, hhnnnnngggggg I love reading, movies, songs, drawing, autumn, nature, animals, tea, chocolate ice cream and a lot of other things. As for the date, I’ve never been on one, but a walk in the park or going to a carnival sounds fun!

omg undercuts are so amazing i love them <3 <3 <3 I LOVE ALL THE THINGS YOU LOVE except nature isn’t always so kind to me so I love it from afar (war flashbacks to Girl Scouts camp,,,,,) please take me to a carnival!!! PLEASE PLEASE!! I want to try this funnel cake that I keep hearing about!!!! But anyway you sound beautiful and amazing, 1000/10 would date!!!

#master speaks #master replies #personal #ask meme: date #THIS GOT VERY LONG #SO I'M SPLITTING IT INTO TWO #I'LL POST THE REST TOMORROW #I LOVE YOU GUYS THANK YOU FOR SENDING ALL THESE ASKS!!!

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11 questions tag...3?

ive done this alot i lost count xD

thank you @straykidding for tagging me !!

1. Is there something that always makes you happy? What is it? drawing :>

2. What are your all-time favorite songs? oh theres alot, um...i guess spring day and 21st century girl by bts OH AND BAEPSAE 3. Got any pet peeves? tapping sounds, gosh if someone is like tapping on their desk at school with their fingers or hands i wanna fling myself to hell 4. What’s your dressing style? Is there someone that inspires you? oh so theres basically 3 ways i dress cuz i just like all of them and sometimes they overlap each other -soft pastel aesthetic- basically anything pink or pastel, (i wear alot of pink im actually wearing pink rn) usually floral or very fluffy like sweaters and stuff, also lots of dresses and skirts -preppy- dress shirts, straight pants, sometimes i steal my dad’s shirt and ties and i go for like the shirt dress look, its fun, i wish to wear a real suit one day ooh or like a tuxedo  -hipster/my gay look- flannels, beanies, jeans, bomber jackets, bandanas, i love them and apparently look cool which i never feel but wow i guess looks are decieving eyyy

5. Why do you run a tumblr blog? cuz i have no life and its fun :>

6. Describe your ideal day. Chilling with my friends, just hanging out and having fun, laughing and eating, itd be great 7. Who are your biases (from all groups you stan)? dear lord this is gonna be LONG -BTS: Jin and Jimin -ASTRO- Eunwoo and Moonbin -Stray Kids- Jisung, Jeongin, and Seungmin -Got7- Jinyoung -Blackpink- Jisoo -SHINee- Key (theyre kinda dead tho) -TWICE- Jeongyeon  -Day6- Wonpil and Youngk and ahhh i think thats it

8. From 0 to 10, how much do you hate JYP? oh definitely a solid 9x10^∞

9. I there something you’d like to (be able to) do, but can’t? (e.g. playing an instrument or flying to jupiter) lolol be free from my house

10. What’s your favorite season and why? Oh i like autumn cuz of the pretty color change and the weather is nice and cool but i also like spring because of the flowers!! 11.What are the things you love? My friends most definitely, they helped me so much and i want to be with them for as long as possible cuz i could never repay them for how much they have done for me

ah... im so bad at making questions

1. whats your fav cold drink? 2. chocolate chip cookies or oreos? 3. are you still in school? 4. do you have a job or volunteer work? 5. Do you have any pets 6. am i gonna finish this without making stupid questions? 7. trick question all these questions are pretty stupid 8. do you like anime (wow such weeb) 9. do you like video games (wow such nerd) 10. what temperature is it where u are? 11. whats ur level of weird

i guess i tags zee hoomans now @straykidzz @jisxngie @yang-jg @seungchanie @seungminty @chanbaee @felixsfreckles @mosquitofelixsfreckles @jeongn @idkwhoeletotagwhoops

#i am such #a doofus #tag

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This Fluffy No-Churn Ice Cream Pie Is the Perfect Summer Treat

[Photographs: Vicky Wasik]

During my recipe testing for homemade Klondike bars last summer, I made countless iterations of a no-churn ice cream based on Swiss meringue. Its fluffy, cloud-like consistency and clean, neutral flavor provided the perfect foundation for the pure vanilla filling found in a Klondike bar.

My earliest efforts were mere combinations of Swiss meringue and whipped cream, which gave the "ice cream" a wonderful richness and fresh dairy flavor, along the lines of DQ soft serve, but firm enough to slice. Problem was, however delicious, these versions were too creamy for a Klondike bar, which has a firm and pleasantly icy bite, and it was a touch too soft to hold the sharp corners that make each square so satisfying.

Eventually, I discovered that adding a splash of milk could provide the ice cream with the texture I needed, but I never stopped thinking about the "failure" that came so close. While it had a wonderfully light and creamy texture, the Klondike aspirations at its heart made it too firm for scooping. Bad news for a proper ice cream, but brilliant for an ice cream pie!

Like the fluffy quarts of supermarket ice cream that can miraculously survive the journey home from the store, this ice cream is ultra airy, so it melts with preternatural slowness—another quality that's ideal for slices of pie, particularly in warm weather.

If you've ever made Swiss meringue, whether to top a pie or for a buttercream, the overall process will be familiar; the only difference will be a bit of whipped cream folded in at the end. And if you've gone so far as to try my homemade Klondike bars, you'll be in familiar territory, as well.

The first step is to prepare a cookie-crumb crust. Because I can't resist the combination of chocolate and vanilla, I like to use homemade Oreos crushed into crumbs (wafers only). Store-bought Oreos will, of course, work equally well.

With a little melted butter, they come together in a crust that will be nice and crunchy once frozen.

If Oreos aren't your jam, let personal preference guide your choice. The crust will taste great with store-bought or homemade Biscoff, as well as commercial or made-from-scratch graham crackers (there's a recipe in my cookbook, BraveTart: Iconic American Desserts), or even crispy gingerbread cookies in winter months. Whatever the style, gluten-free cookies will do just fine here, as well.

To make the "ice cream" filling, prepare a water bath by filling a wide pot with a few inches of water, with a thick ring of crumpled foil placed in the bottom.

The ring acts as a booster seat, so that when I place my stand mixer bowl over the water, it will sit high, touching neither the water nor the pot itself. This allows steam to flow freely around the bowl, gently warming the eggs with indirect heat.

When the bowl touches the water, the bottom of the pot, or even the sides (thus forming a lid to the pot), the heat will be too strong and direct, leading to scrambled whites. If you're using a stand mixer that comes with a footed bowl, skip this setup and use a glass or ceramic bowl instead of the stand mixer bowl (in which case, it's fine for the bowl to touch the sides of the pot).

Bring the water to a boil, then adjust the heat to maintain a gentle simmer; the idea is to generate lots of steam, rather than to let the water boil hard. Meanwhile, combine the egg whites with plain or toasted sugar, salt and lemon juice or cream of tartar in the bowl of a stand mixer (along with the salt, those last two function as seasoning rather than structural elements, a touch of acidity to bring balance to the sweet fluff).

While stirring and scraping constantly, warm the egg whites and sugar over the steaming water until they reach approximately 172°F (77°C). In a stainless steel stand mixer bowl, this should take only about five minutes; a slower timeline simply indicates a lack of steam, so adjust the heat as needed to move things along.

When the meringue reaches the proper temperature, transfer the bowl to a stand mixer fitted with a whisk attachment and whip on medium-high speed until it's fluffy, thick, stiff, and incredibly light.

The timing of this phase will vary depending on the power of the mixer itself, but it generally takes from five to eight minutes, giving the meringue ample time to cool.

Once the meringue is ready, it's time to whip the cream and vanilla to stiff peaks as well. This can be done by hand (or with a hand mixer) in a separate bowl, or the meringue can be scraped into another container so the stand mixer bowl and whisk can be re-used for the task (no need to wash either, bits of meringue will not interfere with whipping the cream).

However you go about it, fold the whipped cream and meringue together with a flexible spatula or with a wide, open balloon whisk. It can be a touch tricky to assess the white-on-white mixture, but work patiently to ensure they're homogenous so the ice cream is evenly textured. At this stage, try a bit of the "ice cream" and doctor it with additional salt and vanilla (or other extracts) as desired, bearing in mind its sweetness will be less noticeable once frozen.

Finally, and this is a completely optional step, fold in a handful of rainbow sprinkles.

It's a celebratory touch that makes the pie feel fit for a party, but if that's not your jam it's strictly a matter of aesthetics, so feel free to leave them out (or swap in chocolate sprinkles instead).

If you have my cookbook, however, homemade sprinkles can also provide a pop of flavor in the pie, such as bright pink strawberry sprinkles or flecks of minty green.

Scrape the filling into the prepared shell, then cover it loosely but thoroughly with plastic and freeze until it reaches an internal temperature around 0°F. Due to the thickness of the pie, this can take quite some time—eight hours at the least.

That means it's nearly impossible to make and serve this pie in one day, but, by the same token, it's a fantastic make-ahead dessert, whether it's prepared the night before or the week before an event.

Slice the pie with a large chef's knife, warmed in hot water, then wipe the blade clean and rewarm between each slice. It's a bit time consuming, to be sure, but it will ensure beautifully clean slices.

Because the no-churn ice cream is mounded into a mile-high presentation, thin slices can go a long way, making it the sort of pie that's fit for a crowd. You'll have no trouble cutting out 12 pieces, but with care it can easily serve up to 16 (especially at the end of a heavy meal, when appetites for dessert may be slightly repressed).

Thanks to its light texture and delicate flavor (no egg yolks for any heavy custard notes), it's a refreshing end to any summer meal. So if you have a soft spot for the clean and refreshing flavor of the ice cream in a Klondike bar, or like the idea of a frozen dessert that combines the best elements of whipped cream and meringue, this frozen treat will be a perfectly festive dessert for any crowd.

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[bastard-goblin]

do all of the dreamy asks u big gay

what up you big gay rat >:^)

day dream: if you could do anything with your life what would it be?

be a good person. 

morning light: what do you hope to accomplish internally?

TO JUST BE CHILL O GOD LIKE I DONT WANT TO HAVE AN ANXIETY ATTACK AFTER MISSING A FEW QUESTION IN MATH AND WONDERING IF IM BOTH A FRAUD AND A FAILURE ALL AT ONCE. 

soft dew: what’s you favorite smell?

cinnamon and vanilla and other fall-ish spices

fresh linens: are you a sensitive person?

yes in the sense that if im friends w you and your voice changes a bit from happy to less enthusiastic, i will start questioning if i deserve friendship lol. But in the sense that if youre doing fucked up shit and directly or indirectly hurting anyone i care about i will not hesitate to risk it all to fight them.  

light breeze: what are your favorite childhood memories?

When i was REALLY young my parents took me and my brother to see the circus and i just remember being so excited and that was the first time i remembered having to stop smiling bc it hurt my face too much bc i held it for too long. and idk my parents and family didnt have much at the time bc they were still students and they had too kids and it was like there second or third year in america but like they took us to the circus. i still have a picture of it and it makes me happy.

moscato: what’s your ideal summer-time date?

OBSERVATORY OR AT LEAST STAR GAZING and low key anything space or sciencey related shit bc I will be at my most exciting. or if I'm feeling insecure abt my ability to be a science kid an amusement park would be the best bc ill be screaming and crying for my life and won't have time to think about my academic failures. 

chunky sweaters: is there anything that makes you feel at home no matter where you are? 

uggghhh this is so stereotypical of me but like indian food makes me feel homely ad shit bc like even if it isnt my moms indian food its still like “someone too the time to make an indian dish for me” and even indian restaurant food bc like my family is friends w the owner of an indian restaurant so like i know the deal w that. idk man like indian food just feels so homely.

fresh baked cookies: what helps you sleep at night?

the smooth calming voice of mark watney on the martian audiobook by adam wier saying “ Mars will come to fear my botany powers “

and melatonin or other sleeping aids bc im not good at sleeping

early evening: what do you love the feeling of on your skin?

tbh you know when you kinda just wander around in the woods and there are like streams nearby? idk if everyone has this experience but like i would visit a kinda far up north creek every summer and it was so nice just running my hands under the rushing current and feeling the water move around my fingers and the smooth mossy rocks and shit bruuuuh it was Good Tm. 

watercolor sunset: what’s your favorite flower, why?

!!!! lavenders !!!! because when i was younger and my mom would take me to temple she would buy there hair string garland things of lavender buds and flowers strung across them and she would clip some into my hair and they just smell so good.

fluffy clouds: how often do you get sad?

o boy o boy,,,,, these asks aren’t that dreamy are they? idk im mostly sad but when im around the people i like i dont really feel sad.

twinkling stars: tell me something unique about yourself!

,,,,,,,, um,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, idk bc statistically there isn't anyone unique bc human nature dictates that someone will like and do things exactly like you do SOME where in the world. idk i like ,,,my hair?

shooting star: what do you need the most right now?

to be shot straight into the sun. and possibly get slingshotted back around to some other tertiary planet w a pretty sustainable atmosphere in a different galaxy. 

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Christmas Cookies Baking

Christmas time is a wonderful time to create memories with family traditions and a great tradition is to host an annual Christmas bake off.

At our house everyone looks forward to the first week of Christmas vacation, when we go into baking mode and spend 3-4 days baking our favorite Christmas cookies baking and candies! This tradition began for us back when I was first married and my father would invite all of us over to the house for a weekend of marathon baking.

We spent hours talking and laughing as we baked and decorated dozens of different kinds of Christmas cookies while Dad made loaves of his famous holiday fruitcake. Dad's fruitcake was unlike any fruitcake you had ever eaten and everyone liked it. Not only was Dad's fruitcake totally different from others the secret to its success was that Dad soaked it in rum. There was a plethora of jokes about Dad's fruitcake and how well our pastor enjoyed it.

Besides cookies and fruitcake someone would try their hand at making chocolates, caramel and suckers. Homemade candy is always a big hit with everyone. I always hold out for someone to make chocolate covered peanut butter balls, one of my favorites.

When we were all done we'd divide up the goodies and take them home to enjoy or hand out as gifts.

Since those bygone days Dad has passed away and all of the kids have scattered to the four corners of the U.S. but the tradition he started is carried on by each of us in our own families every holiday season. It's a great time for us to have fun together and share Christmas memories.

Christmas Cookies - Bake a Tasty Holiday Treat : Bake a tasty holiday treat today The sweet aroma of baking Christmas cookies is a telltale sign that the holidays have arrived. And while the weather outside might be frightful, a cookie right out of the oven can warm your heart. Holiday baking is an activity that is often rich in family history, just like decorating the Christmas tree. Christmas cookie recipes are regularly passed down from generation to generation, and many people can name several holiday cookies they baked each year growing up with their parents, friends or grandparents.

Finding Your Christmas Cookie Recipe If you're an inexperienced baker, start this year with easy Christmas cookie recipes. Here are some possible resources where you can find Christmas cookie recipes: - Christmas magazines - Lifestyle magazines - Cookbooks - Cooking websites - Blogs - YouTube videos - Online cooking groups - Cooking classes

How can you tell if it's an easy or an advanced recipe? First, look at the list of ingredients. Chances are, the more ingredients, the more steps involved. Read the directions to see if they're easy to follow. Don't be afraid to challenge yourself, but if you're planning to bake for a major event, it's probably a good idea to have a couple simple recipes on hand in case something goes wrong with one of your batches.

Organizing Your Cookie Recipes Come up with a method to organize the recipes that don't come in an assembled book. Some people like to use small recipe cards, others prefer large binders. It's a good idea to cover your recipes in a protective layer, like lamination or a clear slip cover. You should also devise a way to make the recipes easy to find. You could organize them in alphabetical order, by the time of year or season, or by the friends you traditionally bake them with.

There are many other factors to consider when deciding which cookies to bake, such as who you'll be baking with. For example, if children are taking part, try a recipe where they can use Christmas cookie cutters in shapes like stars, trees, snowmen or angels. You can find cookie cutters at craft stores, department stores and dollar stores. Get some icing and other accents to jazz up the cookies. If a child isn't old enough to use baking utensils, decorating is a great way to get them involved.

Christmas Cookie Favorites The following list will provide you with an idea of some traditional Christmas cookies you might want to bake this season:

- Shortbread - Pfeffernusse - Fruitcake balls - Peppermint cookies - Sugar cookies - Gingerbread - Rum balls - Eggnog truffles - Candy cane cookies

With a pinch of cheer and a dash of laughter, you'll be sure to have success baking your Christmas cookies this year. Christmas Cookie Baking Recipes: The first beautiful dusting of fluffy white snow always puts me in the mood for baking Christmas cookies. At this time of year I tend to spend longer hours in the kitchen, baking up massive batches of cookies and candies as holiday music and movies play in the background. I love and have always loved the tastes and smells that come from a kitchen filled with love at Christmas time. Here are two of my recipes for traditional Christmas cookie favorites.

Gingerbread Cookies

6 cups flour

1 tablespoon baking powder

1 tablespoon ground ginger

1 teaspoon ground nutmeg

1 teaspoon ground cloves

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

1 cup shortening, melted and cooled

1 cup molasses

1 cup packed brown sugar

1/2 cup water

1 egg

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

In a medium bowl, sift the dry ingredients together (flour, baking powder, ginger, nutmeg, cloves, cinnamon). In a large bowl, mix the shortening, molasses, brown sugar, water, egg, and vanilla. Mix well. Add in the dry ingredient mixture slowly and mix well. Divide the dough into 3 pieces, make into pieces no bigger than 1 1/2 inch thick, wrap and refrigerate for 3 or more hours. Roll the dough (about 1/4 inch thick) out on a slightly floured surface and cut into shapes (smaller shapes work best with this dough). Bake in a 350 degree oven for 10 to 12 minutes. Frost with powdered sugar icing (milk or cream and powdered sugar). Word of warning on this recipe, it makes a very large batch so I hope you have a lot of family and friends to share this with.

Sugar Cookies (roll-out)

3 cups flour

1 cup sugar

1/2 teaspoon salt

1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder

1 cup soft butter

1 beaten egg

3 tablespoons cream

1 teaspoon vanilla

Combine softened butter and sugar until creamy. Add in egg, cream, and vanilla. Sift together flour, salt, and baking powder and add it to the liquid mixture. Chill for at least one hour. Roll out to about 1/4 inch thickness on a lightly floured surface and cut into your favorite Christmas cookie shapes. Bake in a 350 degree oven for about 10 minutes. If desired, put red and green sprinkles on top of the cookies before putting them in the oven. If you would rather make it a family project, bake the cookies, allow to cool, and make a powdered sugar frosting (milk and powdered sugar). Divide up the frosting into different bowls and color it with food coloring. Sprinkles, chocolate chips, red hots, and mini M&Ms can help add fun to the frosting process.

Baking Christmas Cookies - Secrets Of Cookie Making Revealed: For most of us Christmas is a time of year for sharing time with our loved ones. It is an especially important time for our children who thrive on the magic of the season and those traditions that create lasting childhood memories. For them, the excitement of Christmas starts long before Christmas Day and they love nothing better than being involved in the festive preparations. Baking cookies is one tradition that has stood the test of time and has been passed down from mother to child for generations.

Being involved in Christmas preparations always evokes warm abiding memories warmth and closeness. Baking Christmas treats such as cookie and candy is a wonderful ritual that can be shared with your kids and brings so much pleasure and is a wonderful tradition to share if you plan it properly in advance.

Make sure you start the day in the best frame of mind, which means everyone should have had a good nights' sleep. It's also not a good idea to let the kids pick at the raw ingredients you are using to bake the cookies or candy, however tempting. So, start the day with a sustaining breakfast or lunch before you begin your Christmas cookie bake. An upset tummy can spoil the memory of the day for everyone and it is never too soon the teach your children a rule basic cooking rules.

Everyone will be eager to be involved in the preparation and cooking process. Allow the kids the freedom to try out the kitchen appliances for the first time and have fun by experimenting with the ingredients and creating their own individual cookies. They will love seeing the end results and will take great pleasure in showing the rest of the family their little works of art.

Don't plan your cookie baking for the day before you are expecting guests or need your kitchen to be in pristine condition. Expect chaos and take a relaxed attitude towards if for one day. You will enjoy the experience all the more if you are not stressing over spills. The kitchen can be put back to its original state, having fun on this occasion is far more important. Your kids will really appreciate being less restricted and you they will love you for it. The whole experience can be rewarding for all of you.

Baking cookies with your kids should be a happy and stress free time. Create the ideal conditions for your Christmas cookie cooking day so that you and your kids will enjoy every minute of it.

Don't plan your baking event the day before you are expecting guests or need your kitchen to be in pristine condition! Take a relaxed attitude towards the fact that the kitchen will be in some degree of chaos. You will enjoy the experience all the more if you are not stressing over spills!

Finally, be completely organised and have everything you are likely to need on hand. Kids can have a short attention span and won't enjoy a trip to buy missing ingredients when they are eager to start cooking! Being prepared for this Christmas cookie cooking day can make all the difference to your enjoyment and theirs. Follow all the guidelines and your day is sure to be a great success and one you and your children will want to recreate every year.

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