#and so while i know and understand their intention w those words my stupid idiot brain that is hellbent on making me hate myself every day

[intercoursefluids]

You Lied to Me?

The Wayne Enterprises building was the most beautiful building Marinette had ever seen. The tour guide was a very sweet man and he loved telling jokes to try to get the class to laugh.

Unfortunately, Lila was on a roll today, lying about knowing the Waynes and growing up with the youngest son, and finding out that they were true mates.

Even if she was claiming that her true mate was Prince Ali a week before the trip was announced, god forbid Marinette points that out and makes Lila shed her crocodile tears.

Even Adrien, her own mate, took Lilas's side and yelled at her for pointing out her lies when she should just stay quiet.

It ended up leading into a huge argument between them that Marinette had to apologize for to get him to talk to her after 3 long weeks of him ignoring her existence.

“Bruce Wayne funds multiple charities around the world in honor of his late parents, he has several adoptive children and a single blood son. Bruce typically keeps his children out of the spotlight and most Gothamites are very good about keeping pictures with them off of the internet.”

As the tour guide talks, Marinette reaches out her hand for Adrien's just for him to brush her off and step away from her.

Wrapping her arms around herself she leaves his side to stand next to the tour guide. At least he tells jokes and tries to make this interesting.

Damian's POV:

“Master Damian, you should start heading to the office if you want to catch Master Dick before his lunch break is over.”

Running his hands over his face he thanks Alfred before grabbing his jacket and starting his car up.

He needed Dick to sign off on his trip to Paris, France since he was his temporary guardian until Father got back from his honeymoon with Selina.

Pulling up to the building he stops. Not because of the bright yellow bus sitting in the parking lot, no, it's because of the intoxicating scent of baked goods, plants, and rain wafting through the air.

Following the smell leads him to the tour group Grayson is leading into the cafeteria.

Walking to Grayson's side he passes him the permission slip, trying to understand why he wants to be near the Blue haired angel getting a lunch tray.

“Grayson, how can you tell if you’ve found your true mate?”

Grayson startles looking up from signing the papers.

“Well, their scent is one way, they will smell like absolute heaven to you and you can’t help but follow it. Another way is that when you see them you want to touch them so you can get your scent on them as well, and when you do touch them, it's electrifying. Literally and figuratively. Do you think you found them?”

Damian nods, his eyes following his mate as she looks for a table to sit at.

“She’s right there. The one with the blue hair.”

Grayson smiles, clapping Damian on the shoulder.

“She’s pretty.”

Damian snorts responding without even thinking.

“She’s beautiful, Grayson. ‘Pretty’ doesn’t even scratch the surface.”

Grayson coos at Damian, being thoroughly ignored.

Damian starts walking towards her, intent on introducing himself when he catches another scent just beneath hers.

Another male’s scent.

He freezes in place making Grayson stop his cooing to instead question him.

“What's wrong? Is it not her?”

Damian watches as she walks to a seat at an empty table away from the rest of her group.

“She-”

Damian cuts off as he watches someone stick out their foot and trip her. Her lunch spills everywhere as she falls to the floor.

Not thinking twice he rushes over to her, holding out his hand and helping her up.

Just like Grayson said little shocks travel up and down his arm and he finds himself never wanting to let go.

She has the most beautiful blue eyes he's ever seen and the most angelic voice he's eve- Oh wait she's talking.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going and tripped, I’m so sorry!”

Damian just shakes his head, motioning for one of the janitors to come over and clean up the mess.

When he arrives she automatically drops down beside him to help pick up the mess muttering apologize the entire time.

Damian shifts his hand to her shoulder, subconsciously marking her with his scent and trying to overpower the other males.

“It’s fine honey, this stuff happens all the time. Why don’t you go hop back in line and get another tray? We wouldn’t want you to go hungry now.”

With the janitor's gentle prodding she finally stands up and gets another tray.

On her way back, Damian makes sure to keep an eye out for anyone else who wants to trip her.

The rest of lunch goes smoothly as she takes a seat at the table she was heading to and Damian watches her from his spot next to his brother.

Everything goes fine until they are about to finish the tour. A guy with blonde hair roughly grabs the girl with blue hair pulling her off to the side.

“Ow! Adrien, what’s wrong?”

Damian watches from Grayson's side, wanting to go help but certain she can handle herself.

“You know exactly what you did, Marinette. Don’t play stupid.”

A low growl leaves his chest as his mate is insulted.

“Adrien, you’re not making any sense. What did I do?”

He grabs both her wrists, shaking her violently.

“You belong to me! You are mine Marinette! Trying to get me jealous by flirting with that other guy? Really?! How low can you sink?! It's pathetic!”

She pushes away from him, rubbing at her wrists with the start of a bruise forming.

Damian starts to make his way over, a low, vicious rumbling in the back of his throat.

Grayson, seeing how mad Damian follows him.

“What the hell are you talking about?! I wasn’t flirting with anyone! I fell because Lila stuck her foot out and tripped me! It wasn’t my fault!”

Their argument starts to attract the attention of the other workers, a few running to find security.

Damian starts running as he watches the guy's hand clench before raising it.

He strikes her. Hard.

‘Marinette’ being caught off guard, loses her balance and falls to the ground, turning to look at him before he roughly grabs her by one of her pigtails and pulls her up to his face, and screams at her.

“Don’t talk back to me! I own you and you will do as I say! Do you understand?!”

She pushes him away.

“Whoever decided that you were my true mate was wrong. Dead wrong!”

He snarls, pulling his fist back to strike her.

Damian gets there first.

The next thing everyone knows is Damian Wayne is standing protectively in front of the girl and the guy is several feet away clutching his cheek and groaning.

Grayson kneels next to Marinette, helping her to her feet and taking Damian’s coat from his outstretched hand to wrap around her shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

She nods as he pulls her closer to him away from the fight that is likely to break out before a loud screeching voice cuts through the air.

“True mates? With him? Please Marinette, I knew you were ignorant but I didn’t think you were stupid. I am Adriens true mate. Not you.”

Damian stands up making his way to Marinette, taking her in his arms as she starts to shake.

“What are you talking about Lila? Adrien was there on my birthday, he said we were mates!”

‘Lila’ cackles as other people gasp, some with their phones out recording the entire thing.

“Oh please, did you just take his word for it? Why didn’t you just check his scent? That’s always been the easiest way to tell. Go ahead, I won’t even mess with you.”

She stays frozen looking straight at the boy claiming to be her mate.

“I can’t. I lost my sense of smell when I was a kid. I couldn’t check even if I wanted to.”

Lila looks surprised now, before looking on sadly.

“You really had no idea he was lying, did you?”

She starts shaking, taking a hesitant step towards Adrien.

“Adrien? W-what's she talking about? It’s not true. Is it?”

Her voice ends in a broken whisper, eyes tearing up as he slowly stands up and walks to her.

“You are mine, Marinette. You were mine the moment you put on those earrings. I mean seriously if I don’t take you who will?”

She flinches as he steps closer, his voice getting louder with hysteria.

“Nobody likes you, Mari! I am all you have left now! You want to leave me? HA! I’d like to see you try it.”

At the end of his ‘speech’ he roughly grabs her arm pulling a whimper from her and a very, VERY dangerous sounding snarl from Damian.

Ripping Adrien's hand from her arm while being as gentle as possible to not hurt her he pulls her behind him handing her off to his brothers entrusting them to take care of her.

“Who do you think you are grabbing her like that?”

The words are accentuated with the deep growl rumbling from his chest.

“I don’t see how it's any of your business, what I do with MY personal belongings.”

Damian picks Adrien up by his neck slamming him against the nearest wall.

“Don’t talk about her like she's an object.”

Adrien, being the Buffon with no sense of self-preservation he is, laughs.

“Oh yeah? What's it to you how I treat her? Not like you would want her for anything other than her body anyway.”

Adrien sneers down at Damian, even as he slowly starts to turn purple in the face from his grip on his neck.

Slowly tightening his grip even more he watches as the blonde idiot starts to flail from the lack of breathing. Fighting to get a single breath of air.

“Do not act as if I would ever treat my mate in such a way.”

His voice is deadly, sending shivers down even the security guards spines.

Everyone watches on, some with their phones recording, certain that they are about to see Damian Wayne, their bosses son, about to commit a murder in the lobby.

And no one is even going to try and stop him.

That is until a small pale hand lands on his arm, shooting sparks all the way to his heart.

“Is it true? Are you really my true mate?”

Damian nods ever so slowly, never taking his eyes off the blonde who is slowly losing consciousness.

Two thin, lethal arms wrap around his waist from behind.

“Please stop. I just want to leave right now. Will you take me?”

Without another word Damian drops the barely conscious man, taking his coat off and wrapping it around Marinette's shoulders, tucking her into his side as he swiftly walks her out of the building.

Adrien slowly gets up, trying to chase after them only to be cut short by the three eldest Wayne brothers.

All armed with glares that could kill.

Behind them stands all of the Wayne enterprises employees, making a human barrier between the newly found mates and Adrien.

The brother with the white piece of hair steps forward pushing Adrien back down to the ground.

“I think we need to have a little talk.”

#werewolf au #Not sure I like it #Not my idea #If you can find the original tag so I can give credit #maribat #daminette #maridami #protective batfam #toxic!adrien

[cayofdreams]

Establishing the Monocracy

~(Brat!Reader x Bakugou)~

Words: 3.4k

Rating: 🌊 18+, Smut

Warnings/Tags: cunnilingus, teasing, slight degradation

Notes: I was writing this req and just got inspired cuz Bakugou. Ended up being somewhat a preface to my Down with the Monocracy (which ofc is not a req reading to enjoy this)

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“Ohhh~! Yeah baby, right there!! So good!!”

The obnoxious moaning of the actress through your phone’s speakers made Bakugou quickly turn around from his desk to glare bullets into you. You were sitting on his bed, looking nonchalantly at the events transpiring on the screen. 

The two of you were supposed to go out later to hangout with friends so you stopped by his place to kill time. Two hours of time. A normal occurrence for you considering you liked to annoy your friend-and-rival whenever you could, and admittedly his surprisingly cozy room was comfortable to just laze around in.  Usually you’d read manga while he did whatever but Mina had sent you a rather vulgar clip with the caption ‘how i hope my night ends 😝😝!!’.

“Oi! What the fuck are you looking at in my room?! Turn that shit off!” More than the fact that you were boldly watching porn in his vicinity, he was more perplexed at how you were still playing the video after he called you out. “Why the fuck are you watching that?!”

“I just don’t get it.” Scratching your head, you continued to look quizzingly at the actress’ performance. “I mean, people actually find this stuff arousing?”

“Are you just gonna ignore my question?!”

“Oh my goodness, calm down. Mina sent me a video. She’s acting like its the hottest thing ever but it isn’t entertaining at all.” You rolled your eyes before concentrating once more on your phone’s screen. 

Finding it useless to ask if it was normal for friends to send porn to each other he instead questioned just what you were looking at to elicit such a response from you.  

“What? You used to some kind of extravagant sex or some shit?”

“No. Rather what’s happening here is extravagant. Literally no one does this in real life. It’s so unrealistic.”

A million questions ran through Bakugou’s head at this moment. Why were you watching porn in his room? What the fuck kind of porn is so bizarre that a deviant like you is confused? And Jesus were to trying to start something right now? Was he literally in a shitty porn introduction and didn’t know it? 

“Fuck~!! Hyahhh!! I’m gonna cummm~~!!!”

The sounds of the video continued to penetrate through Bakugou’s room. Mentally he was annoyed at the fact that he just wanted to get ahead on some paperwork before going out and your idiocy was preventing that, but physically the boner that was rising in his pants was only more and more intrigued. The woman he’d been undressing with his eyes for longest of times was now in his room, laying on his bed, watching porn.

“I mean seriously, only an idiot could think guys do this.”

“What the hell crazy shit are you looking at??”

“That thing that’s in like every porn. Where the guy is like licking her down there. Cunnilingus, if you will.”

Bakugou raised his eyebrow at you. “You mean eating pussy?”

“Oh my god…you’re so vulgar.” Rolling your eyes, you turned on your side, back faced towards Bakugou.

“You’re the fucking one in my room watching-“ As he glanced at your figure, he wondered just what the fuck you were getting at. Were you weirdly trying to seduce him? By playing porn and then pretending as if you were inexperienced in oral sex just for his sexual interest in you to pique? Were you trying to sexually outsmart him? Bakugou chuckled as he got up and walked towards you. “You think you’re so fucking sneaky, huh?”

You felt the increasing weight on the bed as Bakugou pressed his knee into the mattress to close his torso in on you. “What?” Quirking your eyebrow and turning towards him, you pondered his sudden shift in demeanor.

“Don’t fucking play dumb. I know what you’re doing.” Bakugou gripped his fingers around the collar of your shirt, forcing you to directly face him. “Since you pissed me off, I’m not doing shit with you even if you asked nicely.” He let go of you to walk back toward his desk, slumping himself in the chair. “Pretending like guys aren’t lining up to worship your pussy with their tongue just to get me to pity you. Pathetic.”

You paused as you analyzed his mood. Clearly he was upset at you, but you didn’t have the slightest idea why. “I agree that I should be worshipped but I don’t quite understand what you’re talking about.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue and shot a glare at you. “There’s no fucking way you’re gonna sit here and tell me some loser hasn’t been down on you. Didn’t you just get out of a relationship?”

“Mmm…yeah.”

“And you fucked, yeah?”

“We had sexual relations, yes.”

“And he never went down on you?”

“No. He said it wasn’t necessary.”

“W-What?”

“Well, he said since I’m quote-on-quote, horny all the time, it wasn’t necessary.”

Bakugou knew you were a trickster of sorts, but the way you just nonchalantly talked about your bitch of a boyfriend like it was normal told him you weren’t lying. Did someone like you, the prissiest, most self-absorbed chick in the universe really date someone who wouldn’t go down on you. Fuck, did you miss out.

Or rather, the bastard missed out.

Some snobbish prick didn’t hop on the chance to make you squirm under them? The one chance they’d probably have in asserting their rightful dominance over you, and they were too fucking stupid to not take it? It’d be a lie to say that when Bakugou saw those soft plushy thighs of yours peeking out from under your tight skirts he didn’t fantasize about the dripping mess he could create underneath.

Hell, you practically put your pussy on display whenever you wore those so-called ‘athletic’ shorts that helped you move faster as you’d claim. Bullshit. As if you weren’t tempting every loser in your vicinity with those faint imprints of your pussy lips through those shorts. Fuck, if he had known the whole time you were dating that piece of shit that he wasn’t going down on you, he would’ve fucking shown you what you were missing out on.

Well he wasn’t going to make the same shitty mistake as your boyfriend.

With a small curl of his lips, he cocked an eyebrow towards you. “You wanna find out what you missed out on?”

“Huh?”

“What your shitty ex was too stupid to not do, you want me to do it?”

After taking a moment to process Bakugou’s advances, you erupted into laughter. “No way!”

“Why the fuck are you laughing?!” Here he was, practically stripping his ego away for you, and you were just going to laugh in his face? Refusing his incredibly generous offer? Nevermind the sadistic value he’d receive from having you completely fall apart under him, it was still you who’d reap most the benefits. 

You wiped a tear from the corner of your eye, trying to stifle your snickers. “Okay, and I suppose you’re going to make me scream obnoxiously like the girl in that video, are you?” You face turned from amused to stern. “Unfortunately for you, I’ve already had sex and its nothing like what’s portrayed in that silly pornography. I’m sure it’s the same for- what do you call it? ‘Going down’? So, don’t even waste my time, Bakugou.”

Bakugou chuckled at your ignorance. Not only had you not had the pleasure of your pussy being smothered by some bastard’s tongue, but he wasn’t even fucking you properly? You poor thing. Honestly, he was a little offended you were only just now relaying this information onto him.

While you were trying to go back to whatever random things you were doing on your phone before Mina interrupted you, Bakugou strode back over to his bed, this time climbing on top of it, maneuvering your thighs so that he’d be seated between them.

“Oh no, did I awaken the challenger part of you? I’ve said what I said now get off.” You tried to kick you foot at him but he caught your ankle in his grip.

“Going against your weak excuse of a boyfriend is hardly a challenge, princess.”

“Oh ho-ho, so getting me to actually feel pleasure from what-ever you’re about to do is the challenge?”

“That’s not a challenge either.”

Sucking your teeth, you hastily took off your skirt and spread your thighs for him. “Fine. You have one chance, Ba-KA-gou.”

“Tch. Just do me favor and-“ Bakugou placed your hands around your knees and further spread your thighs apart. “keep ‘em fuckin’ spread.”

Rolling your eyes, you silently complied. You weren’t shy in the least about your body but the way Bakugou was intently zeroing in on the clothed folds of your pussy made your breath a bit shaky. 

Just when you were about to say something about his odd silence you felt the soft peck of his lips on your thigh. That peck was slowly followed by another, this time slightly closer to your center. As you tried to ease your breathing each peck made you more wet than the previous. By the time Bakugou was at the lining of your panties, you were practically pooling through the fabric. Smirking at your trembling he looked up at you.

“Shy?”

“N-No! You’re just incredibly slow. I bet you’re just h-hesitating because you don’t know how to- Owwch!” Bakugou had sunk his teeth into the softness of your thighs. Not enough to break skin, but enough to make you kick your heel into his back in retaliation. “What was that for?! You brute!”

“You’re getting on me about going slow but you’ve been the one wasting everyone’s time, Y/N.” He stroked the tip of his index finger along the slit of your panties, making more of your juices spill through the fabric. “Dating some shitty asshole when you could’ve been wetting this glorious cock the whole time.” He circled his finger around the clothed hood of your clit, reveling in the broken whimpers you couldn’t help but let out. “So now I’m gonna take allll the fucking time I want. So just lay there and try to make this a challenge for me.”

Bakugou then wrapped his lips around your pussy, soaking his saliva through your panties. He wasn’t even directly touching you but the rampant motions of his hot tongue through the now drenched cloth made your hips squirm underneath him. He went back and forth from licking to sucking you over your panties, pausing when you quivered too much or moaned too loud. He didn’t want to accidentally make you cum before his main act.

Unconsciously, you had let go of your knees to glide your fingers through his spikey locks, slightly pulling him forward as if he’d be able to ghost his tongue through your panties. He looked back up at you, pleased with your erotically joyous face.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands there? You’re distracting me.”

Letting out a noise somewhere between a scoff and a whine, you re-placed your hands around your knees.

“So surprisingly obedient.” Bakugou slipped his finger around the crotch of your panties, gliding his knuckle around your swelled clit. “Probably because you’re just desperate to have your pussy played with. What a slut.” He increased the pressure of his knuckle around your clit and the feeling of it made you lean your head back against Bakugou’s pillows. “How about you tell me what you want, princess?”

Regulating your breathing enough to form a sentence you rose your head again to meet his vermillion eyes. “G-Go down on me. Prick.”

“Go? Huh? Where? In a car? Fucking clarify.”

You clicked your tongue and turned your head, annoyed at his feigning. Seeing as how you’d require a little encouragement, Bakugou pressed a kiss against clothed pussy, rubbing the tip of his nose where your clit would lie directly underneath. “C’mon. You’re college educated, right? Use your fucking vocabulary.”

You slowly turned your head towards him, the twitching agitation of your eyebrows only fueling him more. “Will you perform cunnil-“

“Finish that sentence and I’m leaving.”

Not wanting to test him on that threat, you reluctantly parted your lips. “…Eat my…” Bakugou licked stripe along your completely soaked panties, stopping to wiggle the tip his tongue against where your clit would be. “Mmnnn~…my pussy...”

“What? Can you fucking speak up? You can present shit in front of a whole audience but now you’re being as quiet as a damn mouse.”

“F-fuck…Bakugou. Damn you.” Your eyes became watery at the mix of humiliation and pressing desire to be touched directly. Were you really going to soil your ego for this bag of cockiness? Surely it wasn’t worth it. Is what your mind would probably say. But right now, your pussy wore the crown. And the queen was craving attention. “I want you to- to e-eat my pussy.”

Bakugou placed another bite on your inner thigh making your body jolt. “Can’t even add a damn ‘please’ to that? I’m sure your type was taught manners.”

“Pleeaassee~ Fuck! Please eat my pussy, Bakugou!”

A small burst of laughter left him as he slapped your thigh. “Well take ‘em off, princess.”

Begrudgingly taking off your panties, a shiny string of your wetness that connected you with the fabric broke as you threw them on the floor. Reassuming the previous positioning of your thighs, your now bare pussy was left open and vulnerable to your rival.

He leaned down to hover over your pussy, his nose trickling against the hood of your clit. You were already so wet for him. Your pussy was just glistening with juices that begged for tending to. Steadying his position between your thighs he glanced at you one more time. “You better not move.” He then licked a stripe up your folds, stimulating your clit in the process.

“Hyaah~!” The feeling was too much for your somewhat-inexperienced pussy and caused you to involuntarily push Bakugou back with your feet. The annoyance of being stopped was promptly displaced with satisfaction as he peered at your pitiful form.

“What did I just fuckin’ say? Open your legs again.” His voice that was rasp with frustration didn’t match his look of sadistic gratification. You were giving him just the reaction he wanted. Did you really think your meek little pussy was any match for him? He had barely touched you and this is how you’re acting? And the fact you were still hesitating on presenting that little pussy to him again only drove him more eager to ravish you. 

“Dammit, Y/N. Do I have to do every fucking thing?” Bakugou pulled you up by the waist so that you were in a piledriver-like position, with your back arched and ass raised in the air, and of course your pussy now directly presented up towards him. The crook of your neck was nothing compared to his tight grip around your hips, the squish of your flesh plunging from between his fingers. You couldn’t even use your legs to fight against him as his grip was too secure. “All I’m doing for you, and you can’t even follow simple fucking directions.

“’C-Cuz it felt too-Hmmnngh~!” You were cut off by the ravaging of Bakugou’s tongue over your pussy folds. He went back and forth from slurping up your juices to flicking his tongue over and over on your clit. If you weren’t already embarrassed by the position you were in, the absolute filthy sounds Bakugou was making with his mouth were achieving that. “Hnnggh~Baku…Bakugou!” You tried flailing your legs around in the air but Bakugou quickly grasped them in his hands. 

He ran his nails down the silky surface of your thighs, making for a sweetly masochistic pleasure mixed with his obscene lapping at your pussy. Continuing his gorging on your sweet pussy, he could feel you shaking from below him. He looked down below at your face, chucking into your pussy at how wretchedly delirious you looked.

“Gonna cum?” You vehemently shook your head no despite the swelling you felt within your pelvis. He slithered his hands down to glide them up your shirt, lifting up your bra above your soft breasts. “Well I’m not fucking stopping until you do. So give me something to play with until then.”

Bakugou roughly kneaded at your breasts between his fingers, squeezing them to hear your pitchy whines at the pain. The mix of his saliva and your slippery essence drooled from your pussy to pool at your tummy and breasts. He gathered a bit of the mixture and slicked his fingers in circles on your nipples. The erotic feeling of it sent a surge of pleasure straight to your pussy. “Ahahnn~ Bakugou…I-I’m gonna cumm~”

He locked eyes with you, continuing to slick his tongue around your clit. “From what?” Boosting your urgency to reply, he pinched a little harder at your nipples. “Tell me what you’re gonna cum from, princess.”

“F-From you eating my pussy~! From Katsuki eating my pussy~!!” The sounds of hearing you use his name for the first time made him pink in the cheeks and twitch in his boxers. Bakugou came up from between your hips, enticed to make you say more lewd things. You were rarely one to speak vulgarly so he’d make the best of your blissed-out state.

“Ahaha-! You sound like those silly pornos!” Not thinking your face could feel even more hot, you felt your cheeks rise with even more heat at his teasing. Bakugou took one of the hands from your breasts and palmed it against your slippery folds. “You still think every guy is like your stupid fucking ex, Y/N?” He ran his palm back and forth against your slit to keep you right on the edge of an orgasm.

“Noo~! Katsuki is so m-much better! Katsuki is sooo much better than my stupid ex~!”

He chuckled at your admittance, but of course, he couldn’t leave it there. “I’m kinda the fuckin’ best, aren’t I?”

“Hmmnn~! Yesss! ~the best! K-Katsuki is the bessst~!”

“You wanna cum on my tongue?”

“Please! Please let me-! Please let me cum on your tongue, Katsuki~!”

“You better fuckin’ listen to me and stay still, then. And don’t look away from me.”

Bakugou threw you back on the bed before lying on his stomach to place himself once more at your quivering pussy. Making sure your eyes were locked with his, he enveloped your folds within his mouth, sucking directly on your clit. He not only feasted on your pussy, but on the entranced look in your eyes. Your e/c eyes that looked at him like he was the only one that could gratify your carnal desires.

And from now on, he’d be sure he was the only one.

You gripped your fingers at the bed sheets beneath you as your orgasm rapidly creeped up on you. The intensity of Bakugou’s tongue coupled with his eye contact was sending you over the edge more fiercely than any pathetic ex or cheap sex toy ever could. “Ohhhmygodd~ Fuckkk-! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m-“

Forced to break eye contact with the unconscious jerk of your head back on the pillows, your pussy convulsed violently around Bakugou’s tongue. “Katsukiii~!” If you had to say, this was the most powerful orgasm you’d ever experienced. All at the hands- or tongue rather- of Bakugou Katsuki. Your ego would surely be disappointed in you choosing your pussy over it.

Bakugou slowly licked his tongue up and down your folds as you came down from your high. The corners of his lips lifted into a devious smile at your disheveled appearance. When your body finally stopped trembling, he completely separated his mouth from you and slid his body on top of yours to be face-to-face with you.

Silently, without care of you still gasping for air, he pressed his lips against yours, eventually intensifying the kiss with the slip of his tongue between your lips. Happily obliging, you glided your tongue against his as your fingers slithered up to once again fumble with his locks of hair. The taste of you on his tongue almost seemed sensual as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Sliding his hand up to gently grip at your jaw, he separated his lips from yours, licking away the chain of saliva that still connected the two of you. As he sat upright to take his shirt off, he looked down at you, embellished with yearning to relieve his own build-up.

“Should I prove you wrong on fucking too before we hang out with those losers?”

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#bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou smut #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha smut #bnha smut

[jjkpls]

the wishlist (m) - 4

“What does it mean if a guy talks about your nipples?”

> genre : smut, fluff

> pairing : jeon jungkook x reader (f)

> total words : 4.7k

> content/warnings : back at it again w/ the bff2l; one sided love, lot of pining; sextoys talk; explicit language; ambiguous infidelity ; awkwardness

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The issue is that Jungkook -and you're not a bitch for thinking that- is a little bit of an idiot.

He can be very smart. He can be wise and present unsuspecting resources and knowledge. He can teach you things you don't know anything about, figure out others you struggle to -but not during stressful times like for say an escape game because during those, he turns absolutely, utterly useless. 

But he is an idiot too. An idiot that sometimes shapes situations and conclusions and ideas in a very peculiar way that is very singular to him.

That’s precisely what happens then. He plays his role right, to its full extent, with great dedication and commitment. Except he missed a memo, misread the script and ends up playing a role that's not the one you planned for him. He believes that he’s your new adult toy provider (as if there is such a thing).

When you think he’s coming over to share a meal or play some game or binge-watch a series you promised to wait for him to experience together, he has a box hidden in his pocket or carried under his arm. 

He has the decency to not comment on it the first time around. He just set it down on the coffee table, between the bowl of chips and the one filled with guacamole. You see the logo on top of it. You recognize the design, reffined, minimalist with the pretty pastel matte colour. 

He probably identifies the shame and the annoyance on your face, painting your cheeks and reshaping your eyebrows, and doesn’t say anything. Simply smiles to himself and starts talking about the series’ new episode that’s about to start. 

It takes a lot of efforts, coming from you, to ignore the conspicuous object sitting just in front and in between you. But eventually, probably because more than a decade of friendship with this guy have grown impressive mind muscles on you, you manage to make abstraction of it. 

It just stops existing for a while until he leaves and you’re curious to see what’s inside. And again you have the same old intentions as before. The same ones.

You won’t use it. 

It’s curiosity. And it's fine for you to be curious because he’s the one buying it and gifting it to you. Why should you be blamed?

Freshly hopped in bed, just done reading the notice hanging over your face, you’re yawning and sending your eyebrows high in interest. Again you won’t use it but it sounds very interesting. That’s when you get a text from him.

Guk

So about the toy!

As if you were waiting for his explanation. As if the conversation got cut short and you were expecting him to pick it back up whenever possible.

You won’t entertain him.

You

I said not to buy me this.

Guk

You never said that! You said something about me being crazy but never about buying one again

Because you're mostly made of petty bitch material, you scroll higher quickly, wishing to find something, any text that would corroborate what you’re saying.

You don’t find anything though. Because you never actually told him to not buy you other toys by text, and now that you come to think of it, you probably never did out loud either because you didn’t fucking know that he would even consider doing so.

It’s not even Christmas anymore. It’s not your birthday. There’s even less of a valid reason for him to get you this therefore, of course, you did not explicitly warn him not to, you didn’t think it would be necessary.

You

It’s not even my fucking bday why???

Guk

I told you the lady at the shop

But who the hell is that lady?

Guk

She talked about a lot of products and they all seemed cool and because you liked the other one I thought I’d get you this one too

You

Jungkook

This simple response says a lot, you hope he can read between the pixels of his screen the desperation, the irritation, the frustration, the silent insults. 

Guk

Listen it’s super cool it's supposed to mimic the touch of a finger

Jungkook then proceeds to explain to you how it works. The original idea being a system with a tiny ball rolling under a silicon skin, to place on your clitoris to have the illusion of a finger's touch. And it’s interesting and innovative surely and sounds intriguing as in, you wonder if it’s accurate, but you’re tired and it seems like you’re wading in some sort of swamp you can’t escape from. There’s a fire burning your skin from your cheeks to your chest. You’re both hating this conversation and unwilling to just draw a final period to it. This asshole.

You

I can read

Guk

So you opened it already??

There’s a bunch of excited emojis that follows his last message and fill up the empty space your lack of response leaves. 

Why and how can he be so eager?

Here comes the delusional part of your brain. It’s a very wide, very deep hallway covered in bookshelves filled to the brim with stupid interpretations and beliefs and sometimes even memories you’ve shared with him. Often next to the laters are pinned an article from a teenage magazine or the jacket of a romance movie, specifically there to validate that yes, indeed, it must have meant something. 

The door of that corridor just creaked opened. You can discern the sound, you can feel the particular atmosphere without even having to take a step through. 

Is it really that normal to be so excited about that? For him? As a friend?

It’s the most frustrating part: you are friends. Friends who supposedly can tell each other everything. Friends who can ask each other anything. 

You should be able to talk about it. Just ask him. If there’s anything behind this whole mess, if he means to tell you something, if it’s wholly mindless, if there’s no hidden agenda.

It should be fine. There’s only trust and affection in this friendship. 

You are still too scared, you are terrified that he’d start linking dots, ask himself some new questions, potentially answer them himself, and have you all found out.

You'd have your barely well-worn cover thrown completely away. 

You send the blank emoji. The one with even the eyes closed. It summarizes your actual state pretty well, speechless, relatively annoyed. 

Guk

She said you could try it on other parts of your body too

Guk

At first

Guk

Like on your lips or your nipples

You want to die.

Now.

No, better, you wish to have never been born. 

Why is he talking about your nipples? Why?

And through all that, you still feel like something is wrong with you, along with your feelings. 

Turns out you are so overwhelmed by his clueless inadequacy, you need a good half an hour and a random shot of tequila to get through it. When it’s gone and exhaustion of a long day and alcohol have knocked nervousness and panic out, you fall asleep, forgetting about answering his outrageous last texts. 

“What does it mean if a guy talks about your nipples?”

Min's finger stops midair, above the cash register she's been working on. She needs a good minute to get back to her senses and while you wait, anxiety invades you. Maybe you should never have brought it up. 

But this question, the torturous thing is slowly killing you.

Min finally turns her head to you, eyes squinted and eyebrows drawn low. She sucks in her pretty red lips before opening them to start formulating, with it seems a certain struggle, an answer. 

“I don’t think I quite understand.”

It’s a pretty straightforward, relatively easy question. That’s what you'd want to say but you’ve reached the state of bashful regret and decide not to press it. Some things are better just left alone. 

“Who talked about your nipples?” She ends up asking the one thing you wished she wouldn’t because there is no way you’re giving his name. 

“Doesn’t matter.” You mumble, turning around slightly, getting back to the task you were here, paid, to do -wipe the shelves clean and not talk about your “““love””” life. 

“I think it does. You wanna know if it means something? Like the guy's into you?”

“Something like that.” Your cheeks are aflame now. No doubt about it. You silently curse at your manager who refuses that you don’t wear the ugly hat that holds your hair back because having a curtain of hair to hold behind, as a help to keep some of your remained, sparse dignity would have been peachy. 

“What did he say exactly?”

Silence. You’re not elaborating. She sighs, defeated. 

“Well, I suppose... he’s considered the fact that you have boobs. If it’s a straight guy, that’s a good sign, I guess?” She shrugs.

You don’t like the answer. It’s exactly what the wrong, defective part of your brain, the one directly wired to your heart, wanted to hear. 

She doesn’t even have the context, anyway. It doesn’t mean much, doesn’t hold much power in your court of sensibility. 

She stares at the side of your face, clearly attempting to drill holes in your head to try and find some answers. You’re awfully silent, have said too much yet not enough and she’s dying to know the whole story. You won’t give in and she can tell. There’s no way you’re sharing the whole thing. The most, probably, probative point of the whole story: the sex toys. It’d turn her into a devastating tsunami of nonsense and misinterpretation and drown you in its wake and you can’t, when you’re already struggling to stay afloat, allow that.

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A/N: Don’t forget to click on the next button on top, two parts are being posted simultaneously :)

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[bedlamsbard]

So, I get the distaste for Rebels and The Bad Batch (definitely that last one), and I can certainly suggest @agoddamn's series of watching Clone Wars (because wow, I'd forgotten how poor that series could be), but with The Mandalorian, the most I can understand of your dislike of it is how it handles previous characters. Which, yeah, Filoni and his Precious OCs, but other than that, what about it? I mean, the plot/theme seemed simple to me: focusing on the relationship between Din and Grogu.

Ack, I didn't realize that out of context of my past ten years of fannishness and fannish engagement the takeaway from recent critical posts would be "Bedlam hates Star Wars," let alone "Bedlam hates Rebels"!

Look, I love Star Wars -- I genuinely do love Rebels and TCW, I'm very fond of Resistance and most of the films, and there are other parts of the ancillaries (books, comics, games) that I love, like, and/or enjoy. There are other parts of the saga that I dislike, a lot of it that I'm pretty neutral on because I just don't care; there's very little that I outright hate. (There are things that I avoid because I know I would hate them; I won't read Dark Disciple because the old EU Republic/Clone Wars comics from Dark Horse were formative for me and I'm not really over how Quinlan Vos's story line got retconned for TCW and thus the novel, so I don't feel the need to rub my face in it.)

I think, especially with Star Wars, there's a tendency to think that people only complain because they dislike or hate whatever it is they're complaining about it. I don't talk about the parts of Star Wars I actually hate because I frankly don't see the point in talking about the stuff I have no emotional investment in, or where my emotional investment only is distaste -- that's why I'll almost never talk about the ST. (And why I've only talked about the back half of Rebels S4, which I do genuinely hate, a handful of times over the years: I don't want to think about the thing I actually hate.) I talk about Rebels and TCW because those are the parts of Star Wars that I love and because I occasionally want to dig into why there are parts of them that just don't work for me. (And I do realize that if anyone pays attention to what I reblog and don't it may come off as me not liking them particularly; 99% of the time I only reblog TCW or Rebels gifsets immediately after I've rewatched episodes, and I haven't been doing rewatches lately for various reasons.) Critique doesn't mean "I hate it," it means "I want to think about this more on a critical level." It means "I love the puzzle pieces, why does the way they were put together not work for me? How could they have been done differently so that it would have worked for me?" Like I said a few weeks ago, while I don't want to actively add negativity to the fandom, I also don't really want to sit down and shut up if something isn't doing it for me if otherwise I love the thing; I want to figure out why it doesn't work. This is the flip side of "if you can't say anything positive, don't say anything at all" -- I'm not talking to Dave Filoni or the other showrunners (and I would never say any of this to the face of anyone at Lucasfilm), I'm sitting here talking to myself and to my friends about why the puzzle pieces don't quite come together for me. (And the bonus of me putting it on Tumblr is that I can actually find it again, because sometimes I do want to go back and see what I said about XYZ.)

If I'm not actively talking about all the things I love about Rebels or TCW it's because I don't particularly feel the need to justify why Thing works for me, because I already know it works for me. Or because I spent the first two years or so of Rebels and big chunks of TCW doing episode liveblogs, which are on the back end of my "Bedlam watches Rebels" and "Bedlam watches TCW" tags, and I don't feel the need to come back and say "I love the way XYZ happened" six or seven times. Or because I think it would be obvious because I've written something around a million words of fanfic about the two of them. Or because I have three Rebels tattoos and am a Rebels cosplayer, which obviously I don't really talk about on Tumblr but is something that I personally know. I mostly have not talked about The Bad Batch publicly (and only a little privately) because mostly it's not doing much that triggers strong feelings in me one way or another, though I do have the whole "why are these puzzle pieces not working for me, how would I have put them together differently" feel about parts of it.

As for Mando specifically -- look, Mando's fine. I understand why it appeals to a lot of people, even if I am not one of those people. I don't particularly find Grogu appealing either on a character or an aesthetic level. I find that for me personally the show varies wildly in quality from episode to episode; I find it to be a little too clever about itself in how it deals with both the world, its plot, its place in the saga, and its characters in a way drives me up the wall. It hits a couple of really specific things that are huge do not wants for me and some of that is on a shallow note of "I don't like how they do their Twi'lek prosthetics" and some of it is "I don't particularly like the aesthetics" and some of it is a weightier "I'm confused about what the thematic points of the show are because they're all over the map" and yes, some of it is, "I don't like how Mando intersects or does not intersect with other parts of the saga." Or the way that it gets valorized for being live action rather than animated by a lot of the fandom and then gets elevated over the other parts of the saga that I care about the most (TCW and Rebels). I've talked in the past about how Mando genuinely made me feel gaslit, even if that was no one's intention and thus was not actually gaslighting; it just managed to hit on my specific issues. I don't talk about Mando that much because mostly I just don't care and when I do talk about it it's because it managed to trip into something I do care about.

And if I sound particularly cranky right now, it's because every time I say something critical and it starts making tracks out of my usual circles, someone comes in to go "wow! you must hate Star Wars!" or "wow! you care a lot about [aesthetic choice]! why would you care about that!" or "wow! you're an idiot for thinking XYZ would happen/not happen!" or variations thereof. I've been in fandom for twenty years. I've been in this fandom since George W. Bush was president. I know how it goes. I'm going to reiterate the post I made after the Mando finale:

in any expanded canon, people are going to have different deal-breakers on where they can suspend their disbelief and it’s not a judgment on you and yours if theirs is different than yours. nor does it automatically say something bad about them! it just means y’all have different priorities and that’s fine! neither one of you should be jumping down each other’s throat because their line in the sand is “this contradicts something in previous canon” and yours is “the CGI is unconvincing.”

I feel like I’ve been seeing a lot of condescension (rather than hostility, which tbh is par for the course in SW so I just tune it out) recently and like…people can have different priorities. it’s fine. they’re not stupid for having their priority be “I don’t like the prosthetics” when your priority is “character A was mean to character B.” don’t worry, Lucasfilm isn’t listening to any of us.

#this was the first thing I saw when I turned my computer on for Sunday zoom #so I am perhaps a LITTLE crankier than I would have been otherwise #sorry about that #bedlam replies

[rhydium]

fuck it starfinite drabble

its 12pm n i haven't slept, @ the two (2) other fans of these dumbasses come get yall juice ig ???? played around w/ a concept i had n figured i'll just ... post it. why not. this takes place in my android infinite au, pre-relationship!! u don't rly need context other than that tbh ((but feel free to ask me abt it i will gladly infodump))

cw: loss of limb (infinite's arm; it gets reattached), references to blood n stuff in the context of intrusive thoughts. please lmk if i need more!!

×

"what on earth were you thinking?" starline near shouts, his voice exasperated, shaky with adrenaline. he's angry and he's afraid and it's, it's stupid, really, he can fix this, but his hands tremble as he rummages through his toolbox, eyes darting over to infinite; missing their right arm, wires sparking, broken and it's sickening. he has to look away again. breathe.

"you can't keep... you — you're being too reckless!"

"i don't have much other choice." infinite says, so simply, so infuriatingly calm, so calm, such disregard for the fact they just had a limb blown off.

starline finds the last screwdriver he needs, but continues to sift around, poking and prodding and inspecting wrenches as if he's still looking for something. if he stops that means having to face this and he isn't ready — he needs to, but he can't.

"why?" he asks, ignoring the way his voice cracks, swallows the dry lump in his throat, "why, infinite?"

"is it really not obvious?"

starline grits his teeth, squeezes his eyes shut. his hands grip the edge of the box. "no!! it isn't!"

"i can be repaired. rebuilt. you can't. it's not that complicated. if one of us gets hit then logically it should be me."

his chest seizes as the words sink in, sink through his skin and down, down, down into his stomach like a stone; his gut churns and twists with guilt.

no... no, that's —

"that's stupid!" starline hisses. that self-sacrificing, idiotic...!

he whips around, locking eyes with infinite, don't look at their arm, don't look at it, don't look at the socket.

"don't speak like that. ever again."

whether it's his expression, his tone, infinite seems taken aback, almost appearing to flinch. they stare at him, frowning, though in a way more indicative of confusion than anger.

"like what?"

"like you're disposable!!"

...fuck.

there's a long moment of silence after starline's outburst. he pulls in a deep breath, pinches the bridge of his bill, averting his eyes to the floor, anywhere else, anywhere but infinite. he thinks about apologising — he shouldn't have yelled like that — but infinite is, this can't continue, they're being nonsensical, they keep endangering themselves, it can't.

"i... you just don't get it, do you?" he murmurs, shaking his head, running a hand through his hair. a small, strained laugh escapes his throat, voice thin. "do you have any idea how it makes me feel, watching you get hurt like this?? throwing yourself around like some kind of — like a living shield??"

he's not going to cry. starline is not about to cry.

"you... could have died." infinite says quietly. "all those times, and today, if i hadn't stepped in — for you those blows would have been life changing, if not fucking fatal. do you know how that makes me feel, star?! i can't let that happen. it's so easy to just, imagine you laying there, not moving, the blood, and..." their fingers — god, the ones they still have — twitch restlessly. infinite picks at their claws.

starline can hardly restrain the choked noise that fights its way out of him.

they're doing this for him, to protect him, this is all his —

"it's not your fault." infinite speaks firmly, as if sensing his thought process. "but objectively..." they wave a hand, sighing, "you know? this doesn't even hurt me."

"it hurts me." starline exhales through his nose wearily. "emotionally."

"i'd rather you be a bit emotionally distressed than dead," infinite scoffs softly, "let me repeat; the damage i take isn't permanent or painful. you, on the other hand, are one accident from being... i don't even want to imagine it."

"then what am i supposed to do?!"

"be more careful and i won't have to get involved." infinite shrugs.

starline groans.

"why does it bother you so much?"

"are you kidding?!"

the lack of response would point toward no, apparently.

"because i care about you, you absolute fool!"

infinite falters for a moment.

"...but. i'm not in pain. i can be fixed. what are you afraid of?"

starline gazes at them wordlessly.

i'm afraid one day i won't be able to fix you.

i'm afraid i'm going to lose you.

i'm terrified of losing you because i love you but you don't know that and you can't know that.

"...star?"

"i — look, forget it. i just, i don't want to talk about this anymore, i need to repair your arm."

"you're hiding something."

"aren't you perceptive..." starline can't help but mutter.

"are you okay?"

does it look like it?

"i'm fine."

"could at least put a little effort into it if you're going to lie." infinite mumbles.

"would you just...!" starline takes a deep breath. "be quiet. please."

infinite briefly opens their mouth as if preparing to protest, but ultimately falls silent. they look away, absently staring off at the far window.

starline grabs his tools. he just... has to focus on work. this will probably take a while, he realises. it's easily the most damage infinite has ever taken — at least during their time with him. he's worked with robotics a long time, but infinite is a highly advanced android, and they require extra care, presicion.

infinite's shoulder sparks again. they don't react.

"...you really don't feel anything, do you?"

infinite raises a brow.

oh. right. i told them not to talk.

they shake their head, and starline nods, uttering a quiet "sorry."

no reply.

"can i... start the repair?"

"...you're not just going to go ahead and do it?"

"no. never. listen, i've made habit of asking for your consent and i have no intention of breaking it. it's your body."

"...i don't mind."

"alright."

starline supresses a sigh and begins to tackle the rather daunting task of fixing up and reattaching infinite's lost arm, which has been laying motionless on the table for the past ten minutes. despite the lack of blood, absence of stench, as would be had if infinite was organic, it's still disturbing somehow. he shivers at the thought of dealing with dismembered flesh, of muscle and bone, and finds himself suddenly a lot more appreciative that infinite is an artificial being.

despite the knowledge infinite can't actually feel any of what he's doing, starline proceeds slowly, gently. regardless of whether they can feel it, their body deserves to be treated with respect. he fiddles with their wires delicately between his fingers, turns bolts and adjusts joints with only as much firmness as necessary, apologises when he has to snap certain supports back into place. now and then, he glances at infinite, who looks oddly tense, contemplative... uncertain.

"are you... uncomfortable?"

"what...? no, i... i told you i can't feel it, didn't i?" they say distantly.

"well — yes, but, what about mentally? are you alright...? do you want me to stop? i'm sorry that these procedures are so... invasive, and it probably, after —"

— no, no, what are you doing don't bring that up —

"...ah. nevermind."

infinite blinks, as if processing his words, and then their expression shifts in understanding.

"you're fine. i mean, this is.... i'm fine." they affirm.

"...okay."

"i mean it. it's... you're nothing like him."

there was once a time starline would have found such a statement insulting. nowadays, he can't be more relieved infinite thinks as such. he adjusts his glasses and continues tinkering away, figuring he won't get much else out of them, at least for now. whatever is on their mind, he'll let it be. the rest of the repair goes smoothly, time passing in a silence that is isn't uncomfortable, nor fully comfortable. he can't help but feel bad about the... was it an argument? he isn't sure, really. maybe that's what infinite was thinking about...?

as he wraps things up, closing the last panel on their forearm and preparing to request that infinite run through a few tests to make sure everything is working correctly, they finally speak; though it isn't anything starline was expecting them to say.

"you could destroy me," infinite utters softly, and they just kind of... look at him, something in their eyes that starline can't put a name to. "if you wanted to. you could rip me apart from the inside."

"i... guess i could." starline murmurs, his fingers lightly trailing over the panel, hidden beneath infinite's fur, the only sign of its existence being several small ridges and the bump of a screw head. "does that scare you?"

infinite smiles. "it's terrifying." they reply. "to allow myself to be so vulnerable... to — to want to let my guard down."

starline blinks in surprise.

to want to...? they want to let me in?

"then why...?" he tilts his head curiously. his hand stills, but lingers where it is.

infinite shrugs loosely. "it's you."

oh.

starline, don't you even think about it, that isn't what they mean...!

he clears his throat awkwardly.

"er... is that... supposed to explain it?"

"it's all i've got." infinite replies. the small quirk of their lips broadens a bit, and they chuckle. "sorry."

...starline finds himself smiling back.

god, he's tired, the past hour has been immeasurably draining, but... this, this makes it all worth it. seeing them like that... it lifts all the stress, the anxiety. he feels lighter.

"thank you."

"huh?"

"for trusting me. i know it... must take a lot."

infinite shifts their hand — the one that hadn't been damaged — and hesitantly, very slowly reaches over. they look between starline's hand still resting on their inner arm, just above the wrist, starline's eyes, his hand again, and starline goes to withdraw — but before he can do so, infinite places their own over it.

"thank you." they whisper. "for treating me kindly. for treating me like... a person."

starline's breath catches in his throat. oh god, he cannot mess this up. infinite never — they never initiate contact like this, ever. he can't scare them away, he knows it's difficult for them to be touched, let alone how much faith they're showing in him to touch, and he will not squander all their progress. nothing will ruin this moment.

"you are one."

"...i care about you too, star."

"i — what?"

"you said earlier that you cared about me. i care about you too," they elaborate, a flicker in their eyes, this time something starline recognises, as quickly as it's hidden again; fondness. a very specific kind of fondness that... no — he isn't sure if he's imagining this or not. he has to be. surely, he's making it up. wishful thinking, seeing what one wants to.

"...a lot. more than you know." infinite finishes.

starline gazes into their eyes steadily, searching, trying to find it again. infinite stares back, almost like they're looking for something, too. oh, how easy it would be; to lean down, move in, to kiss them, but starline is not going there. he has no confirmation infinite likes him like, well, that and, it would be far too fast even if they did. not to mention he certainly wouldn't do it without asking.

"...you're hiding something too, aren't you?" starline settles for asking vaguely.

infinite's eyes widen slightly, then glitter mysteriously, amused.

"aren't you perceptive?"

#jackal.txt #my writing #can u tell i had no idea where i was going w/ this or how to end it lmfao #infinite the jackal #dr starline #starfinite #edited as of 24/02 to remove the term crippled and reword infinite's dialogue regarding fear of star becoming disabled #i had no idea crippled can be taken as a slur and i also don't want this to come from a perspective that sounds like being disabled would be #the worst most tragic horrible thing. rather infinite just does not want star to wind up hurt!! bc of course you'd never want someone tht #you love to go through that. i really hope i articulated this properly and i apologise if it was insensitive and poor taste

[kpop-zone]

Maniac | Chaeyoung

Genre: fluff

Wordcount: 3,366

Summary: Just a normal day in Chaeyoung’s life: scribbling some new lyrics, taking Kuma for a walk, bodyslamming the wrong person...

A/N: Have I written this just to be able to use a picture of her new hair? ...maybe

“Ok Kuma, we’ve got this. Your mum doesn’t have much faith in me, so we will have to prove to her today that I can take good care of you.”

Chaeyoung said determined to the little brown fluffy ball that was walking right next to her.

Jennie spontaneously had to leave this morning for a photo shooting, and Chaeyoung offered to take care of Kuma till she returned. The older member had thrown a skeptical glance at her, remembering the day that Chaeyoung had left the door open in the dorm and lost all four of Lisa’s cats while looking after them. But after some begging and convincing, Jennie finally gave in and gave Chaeyoung the chance to prove her ability to take care of animals that weren’t trapped in a glass tank.

The first part of the day after Jennie had left, wasn’t that hard. Chaeyoung just scribbled away some lyrics in her notebook while patting her housemate’s precious baby time after time- and paranoidly checking whether the front door was really closed at least five times. But now Chaeyoung had to face the biggest, but gladly last challenge of the day: taking Kuma for a walk.

How difficult could that be though, Chaeyoung thought to herself.

That dog probably weighted less than a container of milk and Chaeyoung knew this park in her sleep. Nevertheless, she tightened her grasp on the leash a bit, too afraid that she would accidentally drop it. Kuma on the other hand, chipperly sniffed every blade of grass that he came across while being completely unaware of his temporary owner’s anxiety.

With every second in the park, however, Chaeyoung began to relax more and more. She had spent some beautiful evenings here before. Whenever there had been fights in the dorm or stress in the company, this park right around the corner of their apartment had been her harbor. Almost no other place in Seoul offered a better view on the sunset while being relatively undiscovered by the public.

Automatically a smile started to play on Chaeyoung’s lips as she noticed that the color of the sun beams playing between the branches slowly turned from a light golden color to orange. It wouldn’t take long anymore till the sun would kiss the earth goodnight, making Chaeyoung’s heart beat faster in anticipation.

“Come on, Kuma. Let’s save a good spot!”

She excitedly said to her companion of the day that lifted his puppy dog eyes for a second to look at her before devoting his attention to a large black dog across the park again. With or without his approval, she pulled him across the place to find the perfect spot to watch the sunset.

Eventually Chaeyoung ended up sitting on a bench right at the edge of the park from where she had a perfect view over the city and the setting sun behind it. She sighed contently before pulling out her phone and snapping some pictures of the beautiful spectacle in front of her.

“You know, I think we spent a pretty awesome day together, right?”

Chaeyoung asked the puppy next to her as if he could understand her while averting her gaze from the purple and pink clouds that had claimed all her attention till now. Her eyes followed the leash in her hand all the way to the end, only to find... nothing but Kuma’s collar.

Adrenaline flooded Chaeyoung’s body, making her heart stop for a second and frantically slam against her ribcage the next.

“Kuma?!”

She squeaked panicked before jumping to her feet and checking all cardinal directions for the little dog.

But no matter how much Chaeyoung narrowed her eyes, she couldn’t spot him anywhere.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god.”

She muttered under her breath while grasping her forehead in an attempt to steady her thoughts that were shooting through her mind in an alarming speed.

“She’s gonna kill me.”

Was the only thing Chaeyoung could think of, making her feet automatically carry her body through the park.

“Kuma!”

She kept yelling over and over again, in hopes that he liked her enough to return to her. But unfortunately, he seemed to want to cause her death.

That didn’t stop Chaeyoung, however, from at least trying to save her life. She combed through the park a thousand times while cursing herself for not taking any treats with her. How could she have lost him? She should have focused on him instead of the stupid sunset.

“I can never go home again...”

Chaeyoung had experienced a variety of emotions by now; shock, panic and now defeat. She was about to collapse to the floor to wallow in self-pity when she suddenly spotted a person halfway across the park with something brown and fluffy in their arms. She couldn’t believe her eyes. Was that Kuma? Intently she zeroed in on the little bundle until it suddenly started moving, leaving no doubt that it was indeed her dog.

“Kuma!”

She yelled at the top of her lungs, causing everyone in the park to look at her, including the person carrying Kuma. But after giving her their attention for a second, they turned their head and started walking towards the exit of the park.

“Oh I don’t think so.”

Chaeyoung wouldn’t let anyone steal Jennie’s dog and seal her death.

With her gaze focused on the target, she started making one step after the other until she was running at full speed. Her hair was wildly flying in the wind, making it resemble a lion’s mane while her face was all scrunched up in anger. How dare that person? They didn’t even seem to be in a rush, making it easy for Chaeyoung to catch up to them. Nevertheless, she wouldn’t take any chances to let them get away.

“That’s my dog!!”

She growled before pushing herself off the ground and tackling the person from behind. With a loud thud, they landed, but Chaeyoung quickly picked herself up to confront the thief.

“Did you really think, you could get away with stealing my dog??”

Chaeyoung asked in disbelief between heavy panting due to her unplanned exercise. But she didn’t care, she had caught the thief, that was all that mattered.

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You left out a groan as your body hit the ground. Your face was hovering just inches above the dirt and you needed to shake your head to comprehend what had just happened. Only when you felt a weight shifting on top of you, you realized that someone must have tackled you to the ground. A voice made you snap your head around and you saw that the girl that had tackled you had already bobbed up again and was looking at you expectantly now.

“W-what?”

You responded in confusion because you hadn’t understood a single word that she had been saying.

The girl, however, just grunted in annoyance and grabbed your puppy. To her surprise though, he snarled menacingly before jumping off her arms into yours again.

“Kuma?”

His rejection had apparently come unexpected, leaving her perplexed. You used this chance to finally recollect yourself. What was this girl thinking?

“Could you please leave me and my dog alone, you maniac?”

You gritted through your teeth before pushing her off and getting on your feet again.

For a second, the girl remained on the ground in confusion before meeting you on eye level again.

“Your dog?”

She repeated your words slowly before inspecting the dog in your arms. You could see that her eyes were scanning his body from his head to his paws until she suddenly gasped loudly. In shock, she covered her mouth with her hand and looked at you with wide eyes.

“Oh my god...”

Those three words were the only thing that she exclaimed before staring at you wordlessly for a second.

“I’m so sorry...I-I...don’t know what to say. I just lost my friend’s dog and she loves him more than anything else on this planet. He looks just like yours, except that he doesn’t have a white paw. I guess, I just wanted your dog to be him. I really don’t know how to tell her...”

With every word more and more tears started to pool in her eyes until they were streaming down her cheek in a rapid pace. Your anger immediately vanished and made room for pity in your heart.

“Oh- It’s fine. Please don’t cry.”

You were quick to backtrack, but the girl vehemently shook her head, making her tears fall to the ground.

“I’ve already searched everywhere! He’s gone!”

She sobbed and the sound broke your heart.

“No! Don’t say that! We can find your dog together!”

You offered quickly, because you couldn’t stand to see her sad for a second longer.

Finally, the girl looked at you although tears were still rolling down her cheeks. She didn’t say anything, making you awkwardly shift from one foot to the other; you really weren’t good at handling crying people. Quickly you cleared your throat and held out your hand to break the silence.

“Um... hi. I’m Y/N by the way.”

You introduced yourself sheepishly, but the girl just kept staring at your hand.

“Why are you being so nice to me? I just tackled you to the ground.”

Her cheeks became a light shade of pink and you couldn’t help but giggle when you remembered the incident a second ago. This evening stroll had definitely taken another turn than you had expected to.

“I would have reacted the same way if I had thought that someone tried stealing my dog.”

You shrugged, causing the girl to glance up at you before groaning.

“Ugh I’m such an idiot.”

She sighed while crouching down and burying her face in her hands. Awkwardly you watched the ball of misery in front of you for a while before hesitantly patting her shoulder.

“Hey don’t say that. Your friend should at least give you some credit for the effort. I mean you literally bodyslammed me to the ground...”

You hoped to cheer her up a bit, but when her sad gaze snapped up to you, you started questioning your ability to comfort people. Suddenly, however, a silent giggle escaped her lips and she stood up again.

“I guess you’re right about that.”

You smiled proudly when you saw that her expression had lightened up a bit.

“I’m Chaeyoung.”

This time it was her to hold out her hand and you grabbed it happily.

“Nice to meet you! Shall we search for your dog?”

You asked and finally a smile appeared on Chaeyoung’s lips, causing your heart to suddenly miss a beat. All this time you had been so distracted by her miserable state that you hadn’t noticed how pretty she actually was. Her eyes were still a little puffy, but you were sure that you had never seen a prettier person in your life. Dumbfounded you scanned every detail of her face from her white, pearly teeth to the cute crinkles on her nose because of her smile. You were completely lost and only her voice managed to rip you out of your trance.

“Yes! Let’s find him!”

She stated with a sudden burst of positivity before marching off.

Quickly you shook off your trance and followed her. She greeted you with another wide smile after you had caught up to her, making you realize that you were hopelessly falling for her.

“What is his name?”

Chaeyoung cut through your train of thoughts another time by reaching out to pat your dog on your arms that you had completely forgotten until now.

“Um... Yeontan!”

You stuttered surprised by her question, making it seem like you had just made that up.

Chaeyoung looked at you confused for a second before devoting her attention to Yeontan. He seemed to like her a lot better now and licked her hand, causing Chaeyoung to giggle. Like on command your heart left its steady rhythm again and you cursed yourself for being so easily wooed by her. This was the same girl that had tackled you to the ground not long ago.

As you remembered the incident, you finally noticed how your leg was actually hurting and you rubbed the spot that had had to bear your whole weight earlier. Chaeyoung immediately looked at you concerned.

“Is it because of the fall? Are you in pain? I’m so sorry about that.”

She looked like she was about to cry again, so you were quick to put on a smile.

“No, no, it’s fine. Don’t worry.”

You assured her but Chaeyoung kept looking at you worriedly.

The awkwardness from earlier returned again, but you didn’t want to allow it. You wanted to keep listening to her beautiful voice and get lost in a random conversation. Therefore, you gritted your teeth and picked up the pace to proof that your leg was absolutely fine.

“How did you lose your friend’s dog anyways?”

You asked to change the topic and Chaeyoung looked at your leg a little longer before snapping up her gaze.

“I was looking at the sunset...”

She mumbled sheepishly, making you bite back a grin. She really looked adorable when she was flustered.

“Ah that happened to me too before.”

You responded to ease her bad conscience.

“Really?”

She met your eyes as a slight pout on her lips was making your heart flutter.

“Yup. I tied up Yeontan’s leash because I was tired of carrying it, but then I got so lost in eating my sandwich that I didn’t notice how the leash untied and Yeontan walked off by himself.”

Chaeyoung nodded understandingly and started telling you how much easier it was to take care of fish. Without you noticing, the two of you had already rounded the park once while talking about this and that and looking for Kuma. If it were up to you, you wouldn’t mind talking with Chaeyoung the rest of the evening, but you could see how she got more worried with every minute.

“Be honest, Y/N. We won’t find him, right?”

She asked eventually and you scratched your neck helplessly. The park wasn’t that big, and you were sure that you had checked every corner by now. It was likely that Kuma had run off and finding a small puppy in a 10 million people metropolis was pretty hopeless. You sighed sadly and opened your mouth to tell her to go home when you saw a person walking into the park with two dogs next to them. A large black dog and a tiny brown one.

“Kuma looks exactly like Yeontan, right?”

You probed while keeping your eyes on the dog across the park.

“Yeah...”

Chaeyoung answered while following your gaze. She gasped loudly once she found what you were looking at.

“You don’t think that’s...”

She trailed off, but you nodded in response.

“Come on, it’s our last shot.”

You motioned Chaeyoung to follow you while already starting to walk towards the little brown dog.

“Please don’t tackle that person though.”

You chuckled once you almost reached your destination, making Chaeyoung slap your arm lightly.

“Stop.”

She whined, causing you to laugh even more. You hoped that you would get the chance to tease her even more about your first encounter in the future, because you surely didn’t want it to be your last.

The nearer you came to the two dogs, the faster Chaeyoung walked. You could see the hope in her eyes, and you prayed that she wouldn’t get disappointed another time.

“Kuma?”

She called out almost hesitantly once you were only a few steps away from the dogs. The little brown one actually raised his head and looked right at the two of you. It took him a while, but then he suddenly wagged his tail and ran to Chaeyoung in lightning speed. She squealed in joy and sank to her knees to lift him up in her arms.

“You naughty dog! Why did you run away?”

She tried scolding him, but her shaky voice was betraying her.

You smiled as you watched Kuma licking Chaeyoung’s face, causing her to giggle happily.

“Thank you for finding my dog!”

She said to the owner of the black dog.

“No problem. He must have followed us out of the park. I was already halfway home when I noticed him trailing behind us.”

They answered and Chaeyoung shook her head.

“How could you, Kuma? I was worried sick.”

The little dog didn’t seem to have that big of a bad conscience though as he was already starting to get distracted by the black dog again. This time, however, Chaeyoung didn’t take any chances and put his collar around his neck again. Precautionary she picked him up and turned to both their savior another time.

“You can’t believe how grateful I am.”

Relief was written all over her face and she couldn’t stop thanking the owner of the black dog that had to leave eventually though.

“What an evening.”

Chaeyoung sighed once it was just the two of you again.

“I better get going home now. Jennie is probably going crazy by now.”

Although you had known that the two of you had to part eventually, your heart still sank. You wished that you had more time.

“Yeah, I think you probably should.”

You mumbled while avoiding Chaeyoung’s gaze and looking at your shoes.

Nevertheless, you could see in the corner of your eye that she hadn’t made a move to leave yet. Instead, she was standing in front of you while fidgeting with her fingers. This could be your chance to ask for her number or to at least tell her that you enjoyed this evening, you thought to yourself. Your brain worked at top speed. You needed to choose your words wisely; you only had one shot that you couldn’t mess up. No matter how hard you tried though, it seemed like you had lost all your eloquence. The words in your head were jumbled, making your throat dry out.

Impatiently Chaeyoung started shifting from one foot to the other as silence surrounded the two of you, causing your nervousness to increase tenfold. It was now or never. But when you met her eyes, your carefully prepared words suddenly disappeared in the back of your mind again and you were left speechless. Instead, Chaeyoung cleared her throat at last.

“Well, thanks again for your help. Um... bye, I guess.”

She said while slowly starting to walk backwards.

Helplessly you met her gaze, but when you opened your mouth no words came out, causing her to sigh and turn around.

“Come on, Kuma. Let’s go home.”

She mumbled and you cursed yourself inwardly. What was wrong with you? You needed some sort of wake-up call.

Like the heavens had heard your cry for help, Yeontan suddenly barked in your arms and you almost dropped him in shock. The noise made Chaeyoung look over her shoulder again, allowing you to take a glance at her beautiful features one more time.

You simply couldn’t let this chance slip.

Only a few more steps and she would disappear through the gate of the park, but finally your courage seemed to have found you.

“I’m here every day. Same time.”

You yelled, causing Chaeyoung to turn around. A wide smile was playing on her lips when she met your eyes.

“Good to know. See ya.”

She winked and you were sure that someone had just shot an arrow through your heart.

“See ya.”

You mumbled to yourself while waving awkwardly and watching Chaeyoung disappear.

She was out of your sight for a while now, but your feet were still firmly planted on the ground and your eyes fixated on the gate until Yeontan barked eventually to rip you out of your trance. You almost yelped in surprise, but quickly put him down to finally go home as well.

“I hope you’re prepared, buddy. We’ll go on a lot of walks the next weeks.”

You chuckled, causing Yeontan to snort disapprovingly as if he had understood your words.

Who would have thought that you would fall for the maniac tackling you to the ground?

#blackpink scenario #blackpink #rose scenario #chaeyoung scenario #girl group scenario #girl group #kpop scenarios #kpop #blackpink imagine #rose imagine #park chaeyoung

[sugarless--girl]

Inozen Week: Study

Zenitsu teaches Inosuke how to read

Day 2 of @inozenweek 

Wrote this for Day 2 of Inozen week! I'm sadly not up to doing every day of the week (wish I could ;_;) so I'm aiming for three days at the very least. Three is a good number ;) Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! Inosuke is a lot harder to write for than I anticipated but I still love him. Zenitsu is easy to write for but I'm a neurotic mess just like him so that's not really much of a surprise, haha.

Also, yes, in this fic, I gave Inosuke dyslexia. I think it would be an interesting concept to explore but I'll have to settle with this, for now. Hope you guys enjoy this little fic! Edit: I ended up only doing one day because too much irl stuff came up ha ha.....

Read on Ao3

Zenitsu didn’t know why he was roped into teaching Inosuke. Sure he had some formal schooling but surely Kanao was a better choice for this? Or even Shinobu? Why did he have to be the one to teach the stupid pig how to read?? Even Tanjirou—who learned practically everything from his dad—would’ve done a better job!

They had to start from the very basics as Inosuke didn’t even know how to hold a pencil. Kanji was far too complicated for him so Zenitsu stuck to hiragana. 

“You’re not doing it right! You haven’t at all bothered to copy any of the letters I’ve told you to do!” Zenitsu said as he inspected the paper in despair. Inosuke’s handwriting was atrocious. It was worse than a five-year-old child’s attempt. Really, wasn’t this a lost cause?

Inosuke just growled in frustration. They had been at it for an hour now, and Inosuke’s writing hadn’t improved in the slightest. Zenitsu bit back a sigh. A part of his mind went back to his Gramps and how often the man would get mad at him for making mistakes. The feelings of being a failure were carved into his mind deeply—he couldn’t get any Thunder breathing form past the first one down. He loved his Gramps, he really did but Zenitsu wished that the old man would’ve been a bit kinder.

Couldn’t he be like that for Inosuke? Then again, teaching wasn’t at all Zenitsu’s forte (really, what was?). He didn’t want to be responsible for Inosuke’s learning. It was too much pressure!

“The letters look…..squiggly.” Inosuke muttered out.

Zenitsu blinked. “But, they’re supposed to?”

“No! The writing….they move!”

“I-” Zenitsu stared at the paper, trying to see what Inosuke was seeing. “The letters move?”

“Yes!” Inosuke’s voice made Zenitsu jump.

“What do you mean?”

“They move! They slide off the paper!”

“You’re making this up.” Zenitsu snorted.

“No, I’m not. The letters move.”

Did he have problems with his eyesight? Maybe that was the issue. If that was the case, then Zenitsu couldn’t really blame him for struggling with the words. But, Shinobu told him to teach Inosuke, and he couldn’t very disobey her now, could he? (He totally could, if Inosuke would give up!)

“I-I still have to teach you.” Zenitsu said and moved to give the paper back. The boy was looking strangely dejected. Then again, was it that strange? Inosuke had been down after his fight with the spiders as he had been unable to kill any demons at that time. It had been a huge blow to his ego but he had learned from it.

Inosuke kept staring at his paper, as though he was willing it to make sense. Zenitsu knew that feeling all too well. Gramps had taught him everything he knew and it would be hard to understand at times. One of his weakest subjects was math, mostly because the old man didn’t know how to properly teach him—he was rather weak in the subject himself.

Zenitsu shifted uncomfortably in his place. “M-maybe, we could just leave it for now?”

“What? Do you think that I can’t learn it??” And of course, suggesting to give up would set Inosuke off. It wasn’t his intention at all! Motivating him to study harder wouldn’t help if he was struggling with the basics! Inosuke needed a better teacher first. Maybe someone like...

“Wouldn’t you rather learn from Tanjirou or Shinobu-san?? They’re more patient than me!”

“No! I can do it! Do you think I can’t??”

“I didn’t say that, idiot!”

“You called me an idiot!”

“Because, you’re putting words into my mouth! I give up all the time, anyway. It’s really not that important to learn if we wanna fight demons.” Zenitsu could think of a few instances when it would be useful but couldn’t they send someone else in place of that?

“But you know how to do it….” Inosuke muttered under his breath. Of course, Zenitsu caught all of that. Was he feeling jealous or something? Maybe he felt left behind? Or maybe…..maybe he felt as though he was losing against Zenitsu?

It never felt good to lose—something a loser like Zenitsu could empathize with. He sighed as he racked his brains as to what he could do. He felt guilty about abandoning Inosuke. They barely made any progress but he had been trying hard! “Maybe...I could read to you? I have to teach you about history and stuff anyway.”

This piqued Inosuke’s interest. “You’ll read to me?”

“That’s what I just sa-”

“Like a subject reads to his king!”

Zenitsu sighed as he reached for a book. Talking Inosuke out of one of his moods was a pain so it was best to just go along with him. “Sure, whatever. Now sit down and listen, okay?!”

Inosuke complied. He flung himself onto the ground, and lay there, all sprawled out. His confidence in his body could not be mistaken. Everything Inosuke did—eating, fighting, even sleeping—had a feral, unrestrained self-assurance to it. He only appeared to be insecure in rare moments when his skills were completely thrown off balance,just as he had with writing and reading.

In some ways, he was the utter and total opposite of Zenitsu. Zenitsu, who was a coward (at best), had enough knowledge to get through life, but that itself didn’t feel like much of an accomplishment. It felt weird (wrong?) to be proud of something like knowing how to read. After all, it was as basic as breathing, wasn’t it? But knowing that Inosuke struggled with something that Zenitsu was good at—it didn’t feel like a victory. 

Maybe he just wasn’t the competitive type. (He wasn’t. Competition had never crossed his mind with Kaigaku, so why would it now?) Having something over Inosuke just reminded Zenitsu that he had it better than others. He had been lucky to grow up in a house where he had been taught how to read and fight. Inosuke had to learn all of that on his own. And yet! Still, he whined about himself…

The blonde sighed as he flipped through the pages of the history textbook. All this self-pity was starting to annoy even him. Inosuke was still in front of him, stretching in a way that looked insanely painful. “Okay, well let’s start with the Meiji period since it wasn’t that long ago.”

Zenitsu began reading from the textbook, trying not to be bored by his own words. He could feel Inosuke’s eyes trained on him. His heartbeat was slowing down, but not so much that the other was falling asleep—something Zenitsu wouldn’t condone if he were to do that. This textbook was boring! Why was Inosuke watching him so intently? He wasn’t that interesting!

He sighed as he looked up, Inosuke’s green eyes seemingly drilling a hole into his head. (For once, he wasn’t wearing his boar head—mostly because Zenitsu insisted on it if they were to work right next to each other. He didn’t want to smell the old boar carcass while he was trying to teach the idiot how to read!) 

“What are you so interested in!” It was less of a question and more of a statement. Zenitsu had no idea what Inosuke found riveting. Part of him was freaked out because he sounded...fond? No, that couldn’t be right. There was no way in hell that Inosuke was endeared by his reading. His voice was annoying, after all. (Many people had told him before)

“You.”

The simple statement knocked the wind out of Zenitsu. He buried his face in the book as he tried to process his emotions. Inosuke’s heartbeat was shifting and the blonde couldn’t read it. 

“Wh-what’s that supposed to mean??”

“I’m listening to you. You told me to listen.”

“You never listen! That’s why...that’s why I’m shocked.”

Inosuke shrugged, as though he, himself, didn’t have an answer to why he was so attentive all of a sudden. “S’nice. Your voice.”

“Huh?! Have you gone deaf?! My voice is not nice!” Zenitsu exclaimed, caught off guard by the…..compliment? (Since when did Inosuke give compliments??)

“I’m not deaf! Stupid Monitsu doesn’t know anything….” Inosuke grumbled to himself. Zentisu had no idea what had upset him this time.

“W-why are you mad?” Oh, goddammit, he stuttered! Why was he so suddenly nervous?? It was just Inosuke….(then again, Inosuke’s screaming always put him on edge. But this was different, somehow.)

“You don’t understand anything. For someone so smart, you sure are stupid.”

Zenitsu just stared. “Smart?! I’m not smart! Maybe to an idiot like you, I am.” As soon as he said those words, he regretted it. Why was he so incapable of taking a compliment! But, wait, this was more of an insult, so maybe his comment was fine?? (He still felt guilty.)

“I’m good at other things! I can collect lots of acorns. More than you!”

“Then why don’t you go do that instead!” If Inosuke left on his own accord, maybe he didn’t have to teach the stupid pig-head.

“No. Keep reading to me.”

“Why do you want to hear me read so badly? Isn’t it boring you?” Truthfully, the blonde expected Inosuke to bail a lot sooner than this. He never had any interest in learning boring any of this.

“.....your voice is good.”

“You’re lying.” Zenitsu wasn’t sure why he was so convinced Inosuke was pulling his leg, truthfully. The faintest idea that….that he…..he liked—

Don’t get ahead of yourself, idiot! He doesn’t mean anything by it!

“I’m not lying! I never lie!” Inosuke was obviously annoyed by his accusation but it was such a dumb thing to get mad about! What was he supposed to do….accept the compliment??

“Okay! Okay!” Zenitsu cried out. He really didn’t want to argue about something so inane. What was it about Inosuke that set him off like this? “You’re not lying! My voice is-is…good.”

What on earth did that even mean??

“I’m right. Duh.” Inosuke said, shifting back into a more comfortable position.

Zenitsu just rolled his eyes and stared back at the boring page. He sighed. Fine, he’d keep at this stupid task. He didn’t want to push Inosuke into studying more but he also didn’t want to incur the wrath of Shinobu. Demon slayers didn’t have to know how to read, did they? All they had to do was cut down the demons. (A part of Zenitsu wondered what would happen after the demons were all gone but that idea felt too hopeful and unrealistic. Maybe, if that day ever came, he’d properly teach Inosuke how to read).

“Read! Read some more!” Inosuke demanded. Couldn’t he ask for anything nicely?

“Fine, fine.” Zenitsu sighed as he went back to the book. The facts were boring and they made Zenitsu slowly drift off. Even as he read the words aloud, none of the information was sticking at all. It was probably worse for Inosuke as he had no formal instruction or instruction at all. How did he learn how to fight so well? Was it innate talent? But no, Inosuke was a hard worker too. And he was so strong with such a pretty face and the nicest lips….

These thoughts swirled around Zenitsu’s head as his eyelids began to droop, bit by bit. He was being lulled to sleep, by the boring words on the page. Inosuke’s eyes were still on him and his heartbeat sounded strangely….fond?? He felt rough hands come touch his hair, rustling it. Zenitsu’s last thought before he slumped over the textbook was ‘is that sound for me?’

***

Shinobu laughed softly as Aoi nervously hovered behind her. They were looking into the room where Inosuke and Zenitsu were “studying.” She hadn’t had too many expectations for this endeavour—she had simply done it because it felt like Inosuke needed a bit more of a push. It wasn’t easy to explain why learning to read was important, but perhaps… perhaps if he had a chance to impress his crush, then maybe he’d be more motivated to study.

And she was right!

In the room, Zenitsu lay on the ground, the textbook a makeshift pillow. Inosuke was at the desk, hard at work. All he needed was the right push!

#inozen week #day 2 #study #inosuke hashibira #zenitsu agatsuma #inozen #shinobu and aoi are mentioned but only briefly #writing their banter was surprisingly fun #hope one of you guys enjoys this!

[purplellamanator]

first, u should know that u are an amazing writer 😎 second, could u do numba 1 for fantasy au prompts cuz im dying to know what itll be like 😉 graciaas ~

Gods~ Person A is a powerful deity and to appease them, Person B is sacrificed or given as an offering

Hey so I'm sorry! You didn't specify for which pairing and I noticed someone asked for this one with ShinRan already so I did it for KaiAo. I hope that's okay and that you enjoy! 💜 Thank you for the nice compliment though! Thank you for liking my writing enough to send me a request! i’m sorry for any grammar mistakes! It’s kind of late here and I’ve been working on this for a while! So some things likely escaped my proof read! That and this idea got way out of hand and may be a bit ridiculous! Hope it gives some kind of humor though!  

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"Wait- you guys can't be serious!" She knew it was pointless to even say that. She knew how serious they were. Just one glance at their expressions had her backing away as far as possible until she eventually ran into the wall.

Aoko had officially cornered herself.

The village chief tried to step forward only to jump back when she suddenly swung her mop out defensively. He gave a slight frown before he quickly tried to hide his aggravation. "You should be proud, Aoko-san. Your sacrifice will bring peace to our village."

The young woman had to hold back her sneer. She wanted to bite back that it wasn't her duty to bring anything to the village. He was the chief of their people. If anything it should be him that was practically being served on a plate. Of course being smarter than that, she knew it would not bode well if she even suggested that. Instead, her blues eyes flit around all the villagers that were slowly closing in on her.

Her brows furrowed. "Where's my father?" Expression becoming more panicked, she desperately looked all around. But he was not there and a new fear settled in her stomach.

Without even blinking at her question, he said, "He is making the preparations." His words were as calm as can be, as if what he said was the most normal thing. A father preparing his own daughter's sacrifice.

Aoko was not so easy to trick. Her eyes narrowed sharply and that sneer she had been attempting to hide finally surfaced. "You're lying."

There was no way her father would ever agree to this. After her mother died, he had no one else but her in his life after all. Which left two other options. Her father was not aware of what was happening or, he was being forced against his will to cooperate.

"What did you do to him?" she bit out furiously.

The chief shrugged his shoulders as if what he were about to say wasn't all that important. It made Aoko want to slap that smugness right off his face.

"He'll come to understand why this was a necessity."

That told the girl all she needed to know. Her father did know what was happening. He just couldn't do anything to stop it. Likely they knew it would be smarter to get him out of the way first. It made her temper that had only been simmering before, finally boil over. Anger getting the best of her, she charged forward toward the chief, mopped bared in front of her threateningly prepared to swing.

She barely made it a few steps before she was getting grabbed from behind. Aoko struggled. She did with all her might. In the end, the outcome was what she knew would happen.

Arms bound behind her back, she was led to the offering plate- or the woods was more like it. The villagers were cowards and didn't want the sacrifice happening anywhere within their borders. The plan was likely to have her sit out there willingly. When that obviously wasn't an option, they attempted to bind her to a tree. When she wouldn't stop yelling, she was gagged. When she wouldn't stop kicking, she was knocked unconscious.

Fighting and legs kicking out was how she awoke. Still stuck on trying to get away, it took her a moment to realize that no one was even there anymore. It was just her there. It was dark- pitch black. Some of the moon's rays were attempting to peek out but due to the amount of cover the trees surrounding her provided, it hardly helped. Obviously quite some time had already passed since she was initially brought out here. The sun had only just begun to set when the chief had ambushed her at her home.

Aoko felt tears brimming her eyes. She'd argue they were tears of frustration more than anything. It would seem that in her unconscious state they had successfully bound her to the tree firmly. When she at least attempted to wiggle out of them, that was when she realized her initial bindings holding her wrists together were still tied firmly as well.

So it was hopeless. After finally taking notice of the lantern they left beside her, she couldn't help but be mocking. At least they left her a damn nightlight.

Tears finally sliding down her cheeks, she screamed as loud as she could. At this point it wasn't even to get help. The yell was just to let out something- anything. But it would seem even that was not satisfying. The gag that was still wrapped tightly around her face muffled any kind of yell she attempted.

Stubbornly, she did it anyway. And again. And another time after that. Aoko screamed until she was thoroughly worn and struggling to breath around the gag; her chest heaving as she finally sagged back against the tree.

Like she already knew, no one came to her rescue. She doubted anyone even heard her. If they did, she would've been ignored anyway. In her struggle, she hadn't thought to pay attention to how far they dragged her out here. All she had done was throw punches and kicked blindly. For all she knew she could be just on the outskirts of the village.

And that thought was good enough for her.

Aoko went to start screaming again. Even if no one would come help her, just the thought of keeping those idiots up would bring some amount of joy to her. Just as she was preparing to let loose however, something . . . changed.

Foolishly, she hadn't been paying attention so she had no way of knowing if this change just started or if it had already done so during her earlier fit. But the moment she went to start yelling again, the flame in the lantern that had been left for her, blew out harshly. It had been quite breezy when she was first woken up but finally taking a second to just sit and breathe, she realized for the first time that all of that was gone.

The wind was no longer blowing. The noises that had been from the shuttering of leaves was gone. It was all dead silent.

Aoko's breathing suddenly picked up harshly. It was still difficult to see, even more so now that her lantern was currently useless. Eyes squinting hard, she stared intently into the darkness before her.

Then she heard the footsteps. They were not necessarily heavy but in this dead quiet, sounded thunderous.

For the first time in all of this, she finally remembered the one glaring detail she should've acknowledged from the beginning.

The God. She was a sacrifice after all and yet was dumb enough to forget that.

Heart jumping into her throat, she suddenly began wiggling in her bindings again. She kept pulling and straining against them. At this point she was pretty sure all she was doing was tightening them, but she was desperate now and did not care. Actions spurred on by a new fear, she kept struggling even as the rope began to give her burns. Adrenaline picking up along with her pulse, the fact her eyes were becoming extremely blurry from tears was making this situation even more terrifying. That and though she was pretty sure it was all in her head, it sounded like the steps were picking up their pace. When it finally sounded like they were right on top of her, she gave a panicked scream- that was still muffled by her gag, and tried to bury her face in her lap as best she could. Which was impossible considering how she was tied up but she clenched her eyes shut tight and that would have to be enough. Aoko braced herself for whatever would come next. Being a sacrifice, she assumed the worst and knew she was trembling in fear.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Unsure if she was hearing correctly and still freaked out of her mind, Aoko didn't move and kept her head bowed. She didn't want to see the terrifying face of her attacker. But then she heard it. A voice. A human voice. Out of all the noises a God could make, she had not been expecting that and her eyes shot open before she was carefully angling her gaze upwards. She was no longer crying but the tears that still remained she could feel were sliding down her cheeks slowly.

It was a boy. Well- not a boy per say. He looked to be about her age and if she hadn't be chosen as the offering she would've been turning 18 this year. The point was, he was a human. Aoko of course heard stories of how Gods liked to disguise themselves as humans but this was just. . . too plain.

Aoko mostly said nothing because of her shock but he likely assumed it was due to her gag. Crouching so that he was at eye level with her, he leaned forward and pulled the gag from her mouth tossing it uncaringly behind him. When his expectant eyes turned back to her, she was still staring at him in disbelief.

"That's it."

Briefly, she wanted to take those words back and smack herself. She couldn't help it though. This was the God that demanded a sacrifice. This was the God that had the village elders scrambling about in fear. He was just a human; flesh and bone just like her.

This had to be a joke.

The guy jerked back, affronted. "W-what?"

And apparently he was stupid and hard of hearing.

"I mean, that's it? No opening a portal from Hell or flying down from a chariot? Just a gust of wind? And then you'll stand in the woods to watch like a weirdo." Aoko crinkled her nose up in disgust as she eyed him up and down. He was pretty gangly.

She could take him.

The guy's mouth fell open, baffled as he struggled to find the words. Finally he said, "I'm the weirdo?" before he was pointing a finger at her accusingly. "Says the one tied to a stupid tree! What are you even doing out here anyway?"

Thinking she was about to come face to face with an all powerful God and to have those expectations sort of fall flat, Aoko felt all her fear wash away. She was sure her face was still splotchy from her panic crying from earlier but she felt fine now. Besides the stranger's stature, he didn't seem the least bit frightening. His tone wasn't threatening in the least. If anything, he looked concerned.

"Apparently being a sacrificial lamb," she answered in response to his question and his brows about raised into his hairline. If she thought he looked concerned before, his expression now was just humorous. And suddenly he was kneeling behind her undoing her bindings. When the rope slackened around her chest and she raised her still bound wrists expectantly now, the man's face was even more incredulous.

"Whoever put you here really didn't want you getting away," he said probably mostly to himself as an observation.

All it did was make Aoko roll her eyes. "Well you should know. It's your fault I'm out here anyway!" she shouted accusingly.

"Hey!" he said backing up quickly so she couldn't hit him. "I don't even know who the hell you are!"

Blue eyes narrowing she went to punch him in his face. "I'm the 'sacrifice' that you demanded." Seeing her fist coming however, he simply ducked under it before her words finally hit him and his eyes went big again.

"Huh?"

Then her fist hit him. In the stomach specifically. It was likely a low blow to hit him when he was distracted by arguably, this entire situation was his fault. Aoko wouldn't of been tied to a tree by a bunch of nut jobs if this equally as insane idiot hadn't demanded it.

The force of her hit had knocked him to the ground on his back. If she hadn't caught him off guard it probably wouldn't of even hurt but seeing her opening, she hurriedly straddled him, forcing him to remain on the ground with her weight.

He still seemed to be stuck in the confusion of her accusation but she wasn't taking any chances and quickly gripped his wrists pressing them into the dirt roughly. "Don't play games with me! You're telling me you didn't send out that calling card?" she asked daring him to lie to her. Being a villager herself she had also been called to the gathering when the card was first discovered. She had seen it with her own two eyes so there was no way he could argue there hadn't been one.

Fighting back looked like it was the last thing on his mind and his head rose of the ground slightly so he could get in her face and yell back. "I did send out a calling card but not this!"

Since he wasn't fighting, she removed one of her hands to stick her finger harshly in his face. "You asked for me to be sacrificed!"

The accusation had him sitting up straight and almost sent her sprawling. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," he said putting his hands up in front of him defensively. "I never asked for a sacrifice!" He seemed incredulous that she would even accuse him of doing that.

Jabbing finger falling short, her rant and thoughts successfully cut off, she could only stutter awkwardly. "Y-you . . . You never asked for an offering. . ?" Suddenly she was feeling meek. Who had she just attacked? Was this some innocent stranger that saw her tied to a tree and decided to help. . ? . . And she attacked him. . . But that couldn't be! He said it was his calling card after all! "You're lying!" she said angrily.

Releasing an annoyed huff, he shook his head. "I asked for the Blue Sapphire. Not some. . . silly girl!"

Now Aoko was the one confused.

"I am the blue sapphire," she reiterated with irritation. It was stupid and not anything that she wanted to be associated with but being one of the only eligible women left in her village, she had quickly been dubbed that. There town was a poor one and she was quickly entered into an arranged marriage that could bring her village at least some good fortune. That too had of course been against her will but only at first. When she met the suitor she wasn't all that disappointed. It could've been worse. It could've been to a man that was double her age. But Hakuba was was nice enough and actually seemed quite fond of her. He loved complimenting the blue hue of her eyes and that made her feel pretty and special . . and her father actually approved, so finally she agreed. And Hakuba being as wealthy as he was promised to pay the village heftily once he was given his blue gem. Hence why she was dubbed their Blue Sapphire. A nickname that was started by her fiance but seemed to stick when it became clear she held the same value price wise for her home. And she gave this stranger a form of that explanation, albeit while looking at him as if he were the densest being she had ever met.

Taking in what she told him, he sat frozen for a moment. His mouth was slightly agape and his eyes large. And then suddenly she was being tossed from his lap roughly as he shot to his feet. "What?"

Rubbing her bottom tenderly from where she just landed on the ground she scowled at him. "I'm the Blue Sapphire," she repeated though she was sure he didn't need her to repeat it.

The man's already panicked features seemed to turn pale. "S-so you're saying there is no actual gem?"

Aoko couldn't help it. She laughed. And it wasn't just a giggle either. It was a full on belly shaking laugh that had heard attempting to hold back tears. "You actually thought there was some precious gem?" she attempted to ask between breaths. She knew she shouldn't of been finding it that funny but the stupidity of it all was just . . . hilarious. Her village was dirt poor. They barely could make ends meet. And he thought they were hoarding some precious gem worth millions?

Letting her have her moment, he continued to glare at her furiously. "Yes, I actually thought there was some precious gem. In what reality are you a rare Blue Sapphire?"

She abruptly cut off her chortles to give an offended, "Hey!" but he didn't care and plowed on.

"I wasted all this time and planning for a girl." At this point she was sure he was just yelling at himself but that of course would not stop her from jumping in.

"Well, serves you right," she snorted while crossing her arms and turning her nose up. "That's what you get for pretending to be a God and 'demanding' offerings."

Since she wasn't outwardly looking at him, Aoko completely missed the way his entire frame stiffened. It was only when she heard him turn around that she saw how tense her statement had made him.

And to her bafflement, he started laughing.

At first she was confused but when he was beginning to remind her of herself from earlier in the way it appeared he wouldn't be stopping anytime soon, she stamped her foot with a huff. "What? What is it now?"

"Who said I was pretending?" The stare he sent her she was sure was supposed to be intimidating. All it did was make her snort.

"Oh please," she scoffed. "Just look at your clothes."

Really offended he took a second to look at his own apparel. "My clothes? What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" his pitch raising with his question.

"You're wearing breeches that look like you've stripped them off some beggar and your tunic might as well just be a giant stain," she rolled her eyes. Please- a God. She almost snorted again. No God would ever be caught walking around in-

Suddenly a loud crackling noise ripped through the air. It was so loud and when sparks seemed to erupt every where, she jumped startled behind the stranger. Thinking it was the real God, she gripped the man's arm tightly as if he would be her shield. Too distracted by what looked to be a swirling mirror before her, she completed missed how the stranger looked down with an annoyed frown where she was currently grabbing him.

Nothing happened though. No God appeared- nothing. Amazed more than anything now, Aoko slowly stepped around the stranger to get a better look. The sparks that had scared her only moments before did nothing but swirl around the objects borders, which seemed to be a giant oval. And in the middle which she had compared to a mirror, seemed to be anything but solid. It was shimmering and and as she drew closer it moved. . . like water?

She wanted to touch it. Swallowing hard she reached out a finger and went to touch the center. But her finger fell through! Experimentally she pulled her finger back before pushing it back in again but this time her whole hand. It wasn't water at all! "What is this?" she breathed in awe.

"I believe you called it a portal to Hell."

With a small shriek she quickly pulled her hand back and held the limb close to her chest. Not long after the stranger was walking up beside her while chortling. "I said that's what you called it," he clarified and she gave him a frosty glare. All it did was make his lips twitch upward again. "Sorry there's no chariot though." And then he winked.

He was making fun of her. Still amazed by what was happening though, she didn't care to grace it with a proper response. Instead she took notice of how he was bracing one hand on the border to what she now knew was a portal- an entryway of sorts.

"You're leaving?" Aoko didn't really sound disappointed. She hardly knew him. But she couldn't argue that this wasn't the most bizarrely interesting day of her entire existence.

The man shrugged. "I was never going to stay here long. I was only going to respond to the calling card, accept my offering, and then leave," he said while pointing a thumb over his shoulder into the portal.

"Oh . . . " Aoko looked at her hands and was reminded of the bindings she once had tied around them. They were burning and had been rubbed raw from her straining which reminded her that she owed him something. "Thank you for helping me."

Still leaning against the portal, he gave her a nod but also a very bland look. "You're welcome and all but are you ready to go now or. . . ?" His question had completely thrown her and her eyes had widened impossibly. He wasn't paying her any mind though and looking at where the moon was in the sky. "Not that this hasn't been one of the strangest calling cards I've answered to but I kind of gotta' be somewhere."

"Wait- what?" Against her will she took a step back defensively.

The stranger- no, God, sighed heavily as if she were exhausting him. "We have to go, like now," he said with annoyance. "I'm a night deity for a reason."

"I thought you said you were looking for gems!"

"Well, I mean you're my offering so it would be rude for me not to take it," he reasoned as if that made total sense. As if him sparing her life would be the greatest offense.

Suddenly she was beginning to panic again and her heart was starting to race. "B-but- but I don't have any value to you!" she argued back desperately. "I'm useless!"

Head falling back in exhaustion, the man let out another aggravated groan before picking his head up. "Listen uh . . Blue Sapphi-"

"It's Aoko!" she stamped her foot angrily.

"Aoko," he corrected himself. "The person that I have to meet with is a bit of an asshole and that same exact asshole is waiting for me like now," he reaffirmed while seeing how much the moon had lowered.

When he just looked at her expectantly after that she could only do the same back while her eyes were flitting to the side for an escape. Which apparently he noticed cause he straightened. "You're not going to come quietly are you?"

In response, she ran.

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For the prompt: General #30, Varya/Roman ❤️❤️

BABES!! Gosh I love you?? Sm?? You know Varya/Roman is my weakness and they live rent-free in my head. I hope you like this dumb little blurb I threw together for you!!

Varya/Roman + “Why is arson always your first answer?” ~800 words!

Taken from this prompt list; send me more while I’m bored at work!

It was late; Roman had spent just about all day dealing with God-knows-what-the-fuck-ever; if he had been asked to recount his day’s activities, they would have been nonexistent. Blank. Varya had said, when you take in my father’s business, Roman, it’s going to be like taking in a child. You’ll be busy all the time.

She’d said it like he didn’t run a crime syndicate. Like he’d never run a crime syndicate before, even one time. And while he knew that she only meant it with the most loving of intentions—as Varya surely conducted anything to do with him—it only served to steel him against the idea that he wouldn’t be able to handle everything immaculately.

“I’m always busy anyway,” he’d replied flippantly. “What’s new, baby?”

It wasn’t wrong, per se. He had been busy before, but doing things that he liked. Not—sitting on long conference calls with his microphone on mute while Russian gangsters talked over each other until he just couldn’t fucking stand it anymore. 

Normally, Roman was very vocal about the agonies that he suffered on a day to day basis, but because his paramour had gazed at him with those dark doe-eyes and said, “Romy, if you need help, just tell me,” he’d bitten his tongue every time he’d even so much as fucking thought about complaining around her.

And now, all he wanted to do was spend an evening with his very sexy fiance and not think about anything at all except for the aforementioned fiance.

“I cannot believe Bianchi’s children are still whining,” Varya murmured. She was perched on his lap, robe cinched around her waist, while he laid back against the pillows—but her eyes stayed stuck on her phone as she scrolled through a document.

She’d been reading it for about thirty minutes. Since he’d gotten home, all she’d done was read the stupid document detailing the most notable transgressions and chatter that had been going on. Roman knew that she did it because he didn’t want to; she was the perfect little filter, just the way she had been for Ilarion, but he wished she would have at least waited until he was asleep.

“V,” Roman rumbled, running his lips along the slope of her neck, “you’re so sexy, but you know what’s even sexier? Not talking about work. Who cares what we’re going to do about Bianchi’s stupid fuckhead sons right now?” He nuzzled the hollow of her jaw. “Kitten, stop reading.”

The brunette hummed pleasantly, carding her fingers through his hair. “Perhaps their home should burn down.”

In hindsight, Roman would see that this moment was entirely because he had gotten to the last little inch of his fuse. Why were they still talking about problems? Why were there still problems?

“Why is arson always your first answer?” he asked, leaning back to look at her. She blinked, watching him for a moment.

“I do not understand the question.”

“Why don’t we just kill them?” Roman insisted. “Everyone keeps acting like there’s some big fucking problem to solve while we’re getting everything transitioned here in the States. Does it matter? Really? I mean—why don’t we just kill Bianchi’s sons and every other idiot that wants to mouth off—”

“Romy,” Varya murmured, smoothing her hands along his shoulders, “you sound stressed.”

“I am!” His voice came out petulant. “I am stressed. Do you know how annoying your lawyers are?”

“Very.”

“Very annoying!” He agreed fervently. “And then, have this problem with the Bianchis not minding their own fucking business? Why does it have to be a problem? Kill them and be done with it.”

She nodded sympathetically, and Roman got the distinct feeling that the Russian didn’t actually feel bad for him—but in that moment, it didn’t really matter, because she was cupping his face and kissing him, slow and luxurious, just the way that he liked.

“I know,” Varya purred. “They’re so very annoying. I told you, you have to be the devil with them.”

“I am,” he replied tartly.

“I am sure,” she agreed. “Nonetheless, I do not envy you. You’ve an unruly flock on your hands.”

He sighed, dropping his forehead against her shoulder. “I know. And I’m so good at it—”

“Mhm.”

“—but little things like some dead guy’s kids complaining you shot his face off are just so tedious. So why not just end them?”

“Because, Romy,” Varya replied, “if we wipe them all out, who’s going to be around to apologize to you for their transgressions?”

That was a fair point. One that Roman didn’t consider. Normally, there was someone around to suffer the consequences, and then grovel for it later, and that was all well and good. He supposed that if there was no one around to really suffer the consequences, then...

He huffed a short exhale of breath into her skin. “No one.”

“Don’t you think you deserve an apology?”

“Yes,” he sighed. “You’re right. Fuck. I know. We can’t just get rid of them.”

The brunette planted a kiss on his temple, fingers combing through his hair. He stayed like that for a moment; lulled by the gentle movements, the scent of her jasmine perfume washing over him, the warmth of her body with his arms snaked around her waist and keeping her held close.

And finally, he said, “So, burn down their house?”

“Perhaps,” Varya replied. “But only if you think it’s a good idea, my love.”

That was the best thing anyone had said to him all day.

“Yeah,” Roman said, pulling her down to kiss her, “I do.”

#roman sionis x ofc #roman sionis x oc #ch: varya astakhova #ch: roman sionis #i miss my psycho children #star ily sm u know just what to do to make me SUFFER #i made this like right after cyt jsyk #i hope ur happy i'm about to get on their dumb bs all over again #birds of prey fanfic

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Billy - Jealous and i dont know how to handle it so I lash out and pull away - Hargrove. What if Hopper (and El and Billy) been spending a lot of time with Joyce and her sons and Billy sees how easy going Hop is with Jonathan and Will. And he’s like ”Hes my dad!”

This is SO. ACCURATE. Bc once Billy realizes how to love the good thing he has -BAM- he has to share! And Billy doesn’t like sharing. I dunno if that’s even canon but i think it definitely should have been and if not, then it’s my headcanon now. Like, Billy will consume the last of anything. He’s 100% that type of eater that puts both of his elbows on either side of his plate and hunches over it and shovels his food into his mouth like he’s a hunter that just caught his prey. He’s the friend that smacks your hand even if you just ask for a french fry. He hated play time as a small child bc everyone wanted to share blocks and colored pencils and action figures. Billy once “””accidentally””” kicked a kid who asked if he could use the swings next after him. The kid said that Billy purposely kicked his leg out as he swung up. Billy denied it repeatedly.

It’s just that… Billy doesn’t have a lot of things. He’s never been given a lot of stuff so the stuff that he does have, he treats very well and just refuses to share. Bc it’s his. He doesn’t get a lot, he figures people should let him have what’s his.

And he never really thought he’d be very protective over people (just WAIT till he starts getting protective over Steve, good god for that first month it’s over for anyone who even looks at Steve) and he definitely didn’t think he’d ever get protective over a parental figure but hey, here he is.

Bc the thing is, Hop has known Jonathan and Will longer than he’s known Billy and El. Hop has known Joyce since he was in high school and has known Jonathan and Will since he moved back to Hawkins. Yeah, he didn’t used to visit them very often, but he definitely knew them and would say hi when he would see them out in town (even if the “hi” was just a nod of his head) and after Hop saved Will from the Upside Down, you fucking bet Hop started visiting regularly just to check up on Will. I’m pretty sure it’s basically canon. Hop goes w/ Will to his hospital visits and yeah, it’s to keep up w/ the government as well bc he needs to maintain his running relationship w/ them but this man has A Thing for Joyce and also has a soft spot for both of the Byers Boys. Like, Hop gets Weak when he knows a kid has been hurt bc he’s one of those people that just is always trying to protect kids. It breaks his heart to see them so pained and broken.

So he’s like, super soft with Will and Jonathan. HIs eyes are always kind on them. He talks to Will in a softer tone than Billy has ever heard him talk, even softer than when he’s talking to El. He listened to Jonathan talk about photography for half an hour once and made a grand total of one joke about it. Just sat and listened so intently that it made Billy’s blood sear his skin bc what the hell this is MY dad.

And he feels stupid thinking it but every little thing makes him think it. Hop purposefully takes plates out of Jonathan’s hands so he doesn’t have to wash them. He’ll always offer things like popsicles or cookies to Will. He’s just so… everything looks so easy with them. There’s never that twitch in his eyebrow like he has with Billy and Billy is livid.

Because this is his fucking dad.

And he gets upset about it to Jonathan. He gets real bitchy and mad and refuses to talk to him. And Jonathan, who isn’t stupid nor trying to stir the pot, doesn’t do anything about it at first. Bc he actually knows Billy pretty well by now, knows that he’s got a good head on his shoulders and can be relaxed and peaceful, but he also knows Billy is a pot of emotions always threatening to boil over. Jonathan just isn’t an idiot, so he lets Billy start storming around the house. He’s his brother, not his parent.

But the thing is, Jonathan is being targeted. Billy stomps his heel onto Jonathan’s foot during dinner while he’s trying to talk to Hop about how developing pictures works. He closes the car door in Jonathan’s face when they’re about to head out with them to go somewhere. He knocks his shoulder into Jonathan’s when Jonathan’s in the kitchen talking to Hop about how school is going for him.

And it doesn’t let up so Jonathan convinces Billy to come talk to him w/ the promise of good weed, on him, and good music and Billy grumbles and stomps his way outside.

And he refuses to say a word.

“Okay, Billy… what’s wrong?”

Nothing.

“I know it has to do with me, you’re not sly.”

Major pull off the joint but otherwise, nothing.

“Look, can’t we just talk it out? I’m sick of getting this nervous in my own house.”

That’s what gets Billy. Jonathan notices. He’s not really surprised, either. Billy hands the joint back over and slides a bit down the tree he’s leaning on.

“I… Goddamnit….” Billy takes a big breath and shoots Jonathan a serious look. “You’re so close to Hop.”

…

“Uh… yeah?” Jonathan didn’t think this is where this would go.

“He’s my dad.” Billy grumbles. And maybe it’s supposed to be intimidating but it’s actually incredibly childish and takes a lot for Jonathan not to laugh.

“Wai-seriously? This is about Hopper?”

Billy eyes Jonathan harshly. “I know, i’m being a dumbass.”

Jonathan just laughs a bit nervously and nods. “Yeah, you are, but it’s okay-”

“I’m not apologizing for it.”

Jonathan blinks widely at Billy.

“Alright. Well… what do you want me to do?” Billy shrugs. “Leave home?”

Billy looks up, a glint of something far from serious in his eyes. “Would you?”

“No.”

They both chuckle quietly.

“I… I”m sorry, I guess?” Jonathan says with uncertainty. He thinks he understands. Yeah, Jonathan never had a good father figure around either, but at least he had his mother and his brother and a lack of physical threat from his father. Billy didn’t get any of those luxuries. He can understand that.

Billy just shakes his head. “It’s…. Whatever.” He’s thinking too hard to know what to say so he just says that and wills for Jonathan to let them smoke in silence the rest of the time. He does.

But the next time Hop and Billy are alone, Hop pins Billy w/ a real serious look. Bc you fuckin bet Hop noticed that shit happening. He’s no idiot either.

“What’s got you so mad, kid?” He asks seriously.

“I’m fine.”

“Cut it out, you’ve been bullying Jonathan for weeks now.”

“I’m not bullyin-”

“What’s wrong.”

“You’re my dad, that’s what’s wrong!” Billy growls out. And as soon as he says it, he feels ridiculous. He really does. But he also feels the bubbling in his chest bc it’s true.

Hop stares at him.

“Seriously, that’s it?”

“Yeah, that’s it, I just don’t like sharing.” Billy barks out, about to leave but Hop stops him with a gentle hand.

“Billy, seriously, is that what you’re worried about?”

“I’m not worried. I’m irritated.” Billy grumbles, wriggling to get away but Hop pulls him into a suffocating hug and keeps him there.

“Awh, d’ya love me that much, kid?” He asks, laughing when Billy starts trying to hit him to get away.

“Shut up. Never mind, Jonathan can have you.”

Hop barks out a laugh.

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Name Calling (24)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -  In which the ongoing and bloody war of words between you and Bucky turns in your favor when a disgruntled one night stand of his lets slip a secret when you run into her in the elevator… Now you have all the ammunition you need to destroy your enemy but you don’t plan on killing him quickly. Oh no, Bucky Barnes was going to suffer and you were going to enjoy every second. You just didn’t count on how much you would enjoy it.

Current Word Count -     70,578

MASTERLIST

Chapter Twenty Four - Around The Campfire

“Exactly how attached are you to Wilson?” Bucky enquired, as he pulled you in front of him, using you as a human shield.

“Touch my Sam and I’ll take your Steve.” You vowed, throwing an apologetic look at the Captain.

“We can get you a new best friend.” Bucky offered while Thor and Clint tried to hold Sam back.

“Well, I could always ask Scott Lang.” You suggested and felt Bucky’s glare burning holes in the back of your head.

“Fine, Wilson can live.” He snapped and you grinned victoriously.

“Sam, Sammy. Can I come over?” You called gently, like you were talking to a wounded animal.

He paused in his struggling to glare at you and you slowly walked over, your hands out to show you came in peace. As soon as you were in reaching distance Sam ducked out of Thor’s grip and grabbed you, shoving you behind him.

“Oh no, how will I ever escape.” You muttered sarcastically.

“Barnes? Really?” Sam barked at you furiously.

“But Sam, Bucky’s soooo pretty. Isn’t that right?” Clint mocked you.

“Clint, not helping. Sam, yes, Barnes. He isn’t so bad… It could be worse.” You offered.

“Name one person worse than the metal armed monstrosity.” Sam challenged.

“Uhhhhh.”

“See! You can’t.”

“Thanks Doll.” Bucky called out indignantly.

“Alright fine, I can’t name someone worse. Ask me to name someone better.” You demanded.

“I can think of at least 500 people right off the top of my head who are better for you.” Sam insisted.

“I can’t. I can’t think of a single person better or worse. When I picture myself with someone it’s him, only him. There is no other option for me Sam, it has to be Bucky. He’s the only person I have ever wanted to be with.” You told him earnestly, desperate to make him understand.

You heard Steve aww at your statement and resisted the urge to flip him off. Bucky’s eyes went soft as he gazed at you and Sam looked thoroughly disgusted.  

“I can’t be the only person who thinks this is a terrible idea!” Sam insisted. Looking around for support.

“Brother Barnes and Lady Stark are formidable warriors in their own right. Combined, their strength will be the stuff of legends and they share similar traumas in their pasts, who better to support them than one another? I wish them both good fortune.” Thor announced.

“Sorry buddy, everyone ships it.” Clint shrugged.

“The only person who’s opinion matters is hers Wilson.” Bucky snarled.

“Well my opinion must matter or she wouldn’t have been sneaking around behind my back.” Sam rebutted.

“SAM! We literally just got together half an hour ago. There was nothing to tell before that. And you found out before Darcy did.” You offered with a devious smirk.

“Oh, ok. That’s not so bad. I can deal with that. I can deal with this. I don’t like it but it’s going to be fine.” Sam said, calming down.

You had just breathed a sigh of relief when Bucky decided to interject.

“Before today we were just sleeping together, no strings attached.” He said, stretching the truth with an infuriatingly evil smirk.

Sam puffed up and you batted Thors arm away as Sam dove for Bucky who stepped out of the way.

“Just let them go at it.” You muttered in resignation.

You plunked yourself down on a seat while everyone got back to preparing the Barbecue, the occasional yell or swear echoing from Bucky and Sam.

They were both being idiots and frankly, at this point you hoped they killed each other.

You busied yourself playing peek-a-boo with baby Nathaniel and ignoring everybody over the age of twelve. Even when Bucky and Sam came slinking back, you very deliberately turned your back to them and ignored them sniffing around you with their pathetic apologies.

“I’m not a toy to be fought over am I Nathaniel? No I’m not.” You cooed.

Your passive aggressive dig hit home and Bucky and Sam guiltily scampered away, leaving you to it. Natasha just sat next to you and fixed you with a blank look until you relented and started speaking to her. She’d had good intentions, every thing she ever did was to help you. It wasn’t her fault the men in your life were overly protective, prideful, possessive morons.  

It turned out to be a fun barbecue, so long as you ignored Sam and Bucky. They didn’t make it easy, if you even thought about asking for the ketchup then Bucky had already handed it to you, if your glass got below the halfway point then Sam was quick to refill it. You refused to acknowledge or thank them because every single time one of them did something that could be construed as even remotely nice, they would shoot a smug look at the other.

So you resolutely ignored them both, focusing your attention on Thor’s vivid descriptions of Asgard to the kids or Laura’s stories about the farm to a fascinated Vision. You conversed and laughed the afternoon away, paying attention to everyone happily, engaging in conversations and jokes. As your mood got brighter and happier, Sam and Bucky’s got steadily lower. You overheard Laura tell them to knock it off and stop competing for your affection but they didn’t appear to get the message.

As evening fell, Clint set a campfire that everyone gathered around and Lila and Copper taught you, Thor and Vision how to make smores. You and vision couldn’t quite get the hang of it but Thor did so you kept pointing out random things behind him and stealing his smores. He knew exactly what you were doing but very graciously pretended he was oblivious.  

As the night wore on, your tiredness crept in. You hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before and you’d had a long day so inevitably you nodded off in front of the campfire.

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Bucky’s heart was sinking in his chest as he gazed across the fire at you dejectedly. He hadn’t even been able to make it a full hour, let alone a day before messing things up with you. You point blank refused to talk to him and every time he tried to get closer to you or do something helpful Wilson was there to get in the way.

He watched as your eyes got heavier and you started blinking slowly at the flames. Your head dropped down and your breathing evened out.

“Maybe we should think about heading back, everyone’s getting tired.” He muttered to Steve, nodding in your direction.

“Some of us more than others.” Steve chuckled.

“I’ll take her to the quinjet, she can sleep on the way back.” Bucky told him, getting up and making his way round the fire towards you.

Of course Sam had beaten him to it, of course he had.

“I’ve got her birdbrain.” He snapped.

Sam glared at him, pausing with his arms stretched out towards you.

“I don’t know if you noticed Barnes, but all those months you were making her life miserable I was the one carrying her to bed when she fell asleep. I’ve got this.”

“Just wouldn’t want you to put your back out is all.” Bucky snarked.

“You saying she’s heavy?”

“What? No, that’s not what I… Fuck you Wilson.”

Sam grinned victoriously and gathered you up, holding you bridal style. You turned your head and nuzzled into his shoulder, fast asleep.

“Bucky.” You said softly in your sleep.

Sam and Bucky froze, looking down at you. Sam sighed heavily and his shoulders drooped.

“Alright fine. But I swear to god if you hurt her Barnes, it won’t be Tony you have to worry about.” Sam vowed, gently transferring you to Bucky.

Bucky cradled you to his chest firmly, his heart already feeling lighter just by holding you.

“The last thing in the world I want to do is hurt her.” He said softly.

Sam nodded, satisfied and left him alone with you. Bucky held you against himself, careful not to jostle you as he carried you back to the quinjet and laid you down on the seat with your head on his lap. He stroked your hair gently and closed his own eyes while he patiently waited for the others to arrive so they could fly back to the quinjet.

He’d let Sam carry you back to your room when they landed, Sam would make sure you got back safely. And maybe when you woke up, you’d forgive them for being so stupid.

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“Kotonok, wake up.” Natasha’s voice pierced through your dream.

You jerked into a sitting position, looking around. You were on the quinjet.

“We were on out way back to the compound when we got a call from the UN. We don’t have time to drop you back off, we need to get to D.C.” She explained as you frantically rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

“Whas going on?” You mumbled.

“Aliens.”

That woke you up. Natasha held out something to you and you took it, puzzled. It was the tactical suit and hood that Fury had supplied you with, though it had a few alterations. The once pure black material had two thick red vertical stripes along the chest and a thinner gold one between the blocks of red. Your suit had been Starkified but it was subtle enough that nobody would make the connection.

“Suit up.” She told you with a wry grin.

You wasted no time in pulling the suit on, hiding behind Natasha and Wanda. Steve came over as you were lacing up your combat boots.

“We need as many people on the ground as possible, stay on the fringes and don’t engage unless you have to. Your objective is to protect and escort on civilians away from the fight. Do not act to familiar with any of us. It’s unlikely we will be able to hide your presence from the UN but we can play dumb, say we don’t know who you were.” Steve told you.

“So as far as anyone will think, I’m just a masked vigilante who was in the right place at the right time.” You said.

“Exactly. There are too many civilians around, under no circumstances are you to allow Vernichtung into the fight.” He instructed you firmly.

“Got it Cap. Minimal violence, get the civvies to safety and avoid you lot.” You summed up.

He nodded once at you, satisfied you had your orders and went back to the battle strategizing. Natasha handed you a case with all your preferred weapons in it and you slipped them into the right holsters and sheaths.

“Nervous?” She asked.

“No, it’s not like I’ve never done this before.” You chuckled.

“You’ve never not been able to fall back on Vernichtung before. Or been seen by the public.” She pointed out.

You were aware of that but were pushing the knowledge to the back of your mind because quite frankly it terrified you. Vernichtung was something you despised and feared but it was always there to fall back on, if things got too bad. Now you had no fail safe, if you messed up then that was it. You couldn’t do anything about it.

“I’ll be fine.” You said flatly and pushed past her, further into the jet.

“Cap, you need me to drop out of the quinjet before you land or sneak out after you’ve all left?” You asked.

“Once we’re in the fight nobody will be paying attention to the quinjet, you can leave then. Just make sure you aren’t seen.” He decided.

You felt a hand graze your elbow and turned your head slightly to see Bucky. He gestured to the back of the jet with his head questiongly and you walked away, him following you. It was as close to privacy as the two of you were going to get.

“I’m sorry.” He breathed out.

“It doesn’t matter right now.”

“It matters to me. Never go into a fight with anything unresolved doll.”

“Fine. You need to accept that Sam means a hell of a lot to me, he’s like a brother to me. And he needs to accept that you mean a lot to me, I’m choosing to be with you because it’s what I want. Both of you need to accept that neither of you owns me, I can do as I damn well please.”

“Understood.” He said firmly.

“That’s it? Understood?” You asked in disbelief.

The corner of Bucky’s lip twitched as he fought the urge to smirk at you.

“You’re my girl now sweetheart, but only because you made me the lucky guy you gave yourself to. I know I don’t own you, I don’t want to. I just want to be with you. So will you forgive me for being so damn stupid?”

The only thing you registered was him calling you his girl, everything else was fuzzy. His girl. You felt like The Grinch when his heart grew three sizes. You were grinning up at him like a fool and he took that to mean you forgave him and in full view of everyone in the quinjet Bucky wrapped his metal arm around your waist and pulled you to him, tilted his head towards yours and kissed you breathless.

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You weren’t allowed to talk to anyone over the comms unless it was an emergency but you were allowed to listen, which is how you discovered the Aliens currently invading the capital were called the Kree. They were apparently here to demand their property be returned to them. Their property being Inhumans. Humans who’s ancestors had been infused with alien DNA and who had extraordinary abilities when put through ‘terragenisis’.

They were big and blue and had guns that shot some kind of laser at people. That was all you needed to know. You stayed on the fringes of the fight like instructed, dodging past the enemy and pointing people to the best hiding spots.

You refrained from letting out a whoop of excitement when you saw the red and gold blur speeding overhead, a familiar silver blur beside him. You dad had joined the fray and he’d brought War machine with him.

You spotted two who were firing on civilians trapped in a building with a blown out window. You looked up and scanned the sky, quickly calculating who was closest and the least occupied.

“Falcon, civilians at 3’o’clock.” You informed him.

You saw him dive down towards where you had instructed and ducked into an alleyway. You could hear the sounds of people screaming a few streets away but no noises of fighting. You quickly scaled the alley wall and made your way across the rooftop towards the sound.

There were thirty or so people running for their lives away from a small cluster of Kree about four hundred yards away. The group ran past your position on the roof and you saw a little boy, no more than eight years old drop the small action figure he was clutching. The boy tried to go back for it but his father picked him up and ran with him.

It was such an insignificant thing to care about in the heat of battle. But watching that little boy crying out for his toy as his frantic father ran them further away absolutely obliterated your heart. You didn’t even stop to consider the stupidity of what you were doing or how angry the team would be if they found out, you darted out of the shadows towards the abandoned toy figure. In your haste you didn’t check the terrain properly, you didn’t see one of the Kree walk around the corner, mere meters from you.

You scooped it up and gripped it tightly, in full view of the large imposing blue alien. He grinned at you, baring all his teeth and raised his weapon. You were about to be blasted apart, for a toy. Your life didn’t flash before your eyes like you’d heard could happen, instead the last few seconds of your life slowed down as the trigger was pulled and the blinding laser beam shot towards you.

And then it was blasted backwards. The blue killer barely had any time to look confounded before the telekinetic wave charged with crackling black electricity hit him, sending him careening all the way up the street as the death wave shot towards the Kree warriors gathered 400 yards up the street. They were all obliterated, sent flying by your power.

It was all over in the space of a few seconds. Your shaking hand lowered back down to your side and you caught sight of your reflection in the window of a store front. Your eyes looked back at you from the glass.

Your eyes. Wide and full of shock and not a trace of black in them.

Like you were in a trance you turned around and walked over to the shocked civilians who were watching you with wide eyes. You held out the action figure to the little boy who had dropped it. He eagerly took it from you, a smile lighting up his whole face.

“Thank you!”

You nodded to him and turned away, walking back into the battle zone. You were so deep in shock you didn’t register the people asking who you were, or the cellphones pointed at you.

You’d just made your worldwide debut.

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Just over two weeks ago I finally found the confidence to do something I had been wanting to do for a long time (at least three years) and posted the first chapter of this. The responses I have gotten to this story are mind-blowing. Every single comment, every single one is read about twelve times before I do a happy wiggle and then read it another twelve times. My confidence is so much higher right now. My general mood is just happier. I live in the middle of nowhere and I literally have no friends or family nearby, and because of this fic and the responses, I don't feel as lonely. My days have a purpose now, I don't have to just sit and mope and suffer, I can write. I just wanted you to know, every one of you has helped me in a very real way. You've made someone's life better and I couldn't be more grateful. Thank you.

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Two Hundred Eighty-Six: Humiliation ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura ] [ SasuHina, NaruSaku, vulgarity, bullying ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

Love can make you do really stupid things.

She’s crushed on the sunshine blond since they were in grade school. There was just something so enrapturing about his energy, his drive, his exuberance. It felt like there was nothing he couldn’t do, even as he consistently got in trouble for being too loud, too rambunctious, too bull-headed. To Hinata, Naruto’s defiance and daring was like a vision of Spring in her Winter. Her childhood had been lonely, with a father that was too reminded of his late wife when he looked at her. A sister who was favored and basked in their father’s attention. A cousin she was never allowed to see due to a falling out between twins. Her meek nature kept her within her own little box.

But Naruto gave her hope that - maybe, someday - she could escape that box. Be as bright and as free has he seemed to be.

For years she kept her admiration to herself. Naruto was the odd kid out when they were young, tussling with bullies and giving the cold shoulder to those who gave it first. But slowly, minds began to change. His fight for attention whittled away their skepticism as he took on bigger and better roles. By the time they were in high school, the gangly kid had grown into a kind-hearted jock, beloved by many for both his smiles and his skills on the field. You’d be hard-pressed to find someone who genuinely disliked him. Even those jealous of his high school stature found it hard to hate him.

And though many of them had brushed him off when they were young, several of the girls found his transformation worth a second look...including the girl he’d always chased after: Sakura Haruno.

Hinata knew that if she didn’t speak soon...she’d never have the chance to speak at all. So one afternoon, after classes were done, she built up the courage and asked to speak with him...alone.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I…” Suddenly her throat was dry, her lungs were flat...she couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe!

“...you okay?”

“I just, u-um...I wanted to tell you that I, er...that I...like you a lot. A-and I know that...that I’m not someone you would ever...consider. But I’d regret it forever if...if I never told you.”

Golden brows lift up under their matching fringe. “You...you do?”

“...yes…”

“Oh...well, uh…” A hand idles at the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, Hinata...but there’s someone else. You’re a nice girl, but...y’know…”

She knew it was a possibility - a certainty, even. “...I-I understand. Thank you for...for listening. I’m sorry to have wasted your t-time -”

“No - Hinata, wait -!”

Skirting around him, she dodges his reaching hand and escapes into the hallway, nearly stumbling into a pair of other students before fleeing. Though she’d told herself she wouldn’t cry, tears fall free as she barrels through the doors and out into the yard beyond.

Stupid...so stupid…

As though the sky itself is mocking her, it starts to rain, and she’s drenched by the time she makes it home. Neither her father or sister are home, which she takes as a blessing. Stripped of her wet clothes, she moves straight into the hot shower, hiding under the water and steam until her skin is angry and red.

At least it’s Friday. She has two whole days to recover. Surely he’ll forget all about it by Monday, and she can just...move on. Pretend it never happened.

...yeah, right.

She’s never been one for social media, instead passing the weekend by with homework, movies, and games. To her own surprise, she feels marginally better by Monday morning, heading into school without a bow to her head.

...but it’s soon obvious something is amiss.

Heads turn, eyes stare, lips whisper. She’d be able to ignore it if it wasn’t so blatantly pointed. No one bothers to hide their gossiping, their glowers.

But the worst of it comes at her locker.

“Well, well...look who it is.”

Flinching, Hinata turns to find herself suddenly surrounded. A gaggle of girls - spearheaded by none other than Sakura - form a ring around her door. “W...what do you want?”

“Well, I just heard the most distressing little rumor,” the rosette begins, one arm across her chest as the other rests atop it. She taps a finger against her cheek. “You see...word in the hallways is that you tried to ask out a taken man.”

“I -? What are you t-talking about? I-I didn’t -!”

“Is it true you confessed to Naruto Uzumaki? Is it true that - despite him having a most devoted and loving girlfriend - you tried to cozy up to him?” Sakura’s sickeningly sweet act soon gives way to clear temper. “Because if that’s true, you little slut...I’m going to slam your face against that locker door until that idea fals right out of your head!”

Around them, a sizeable crowd is growing, attracted by her loud, furious words. Backed up to her locker, Hinata fails to fight tears, shaking her head. “N-no, I...I wasn’t trying to -!”

“He told me, you lying bitch! You think I’m going to believe you over him…? How dare you try to circumvent me! He’s mine - and none of your doe-eyeing is going to change that! If you ever try to go behind my back again, I’ll -!”

Her hand lifts, clearly making to strike a palm against Hinata’s cheek. With nowhere to go, Hinata gives a cry, turning to huddle against her locker and brace herself.

...but the impact never comes.

Instead, a shocked silence overcomes the hallway, and Hinata dares to peek over.

“...you realize that hitting another student is a one-way ticket to detention, don’t you? Wouldn’t want a spot on that record of yours, Sakura.”

Jades are wide, Sakura’s wrist held in the stranger’s hand. “...s-she started this!”

“If you really think a turned down confession with no real intent to date is worth assaulting someone...you’re an even bigger garbage heap than I thought. Take your insecurities and cry about them to someone who cares...like your boyfriend. And leave this one alone. She’s hardly about to be the reason Naruto breaks up with you. He’s got plenty without it.”

Furious color rises up Sakura’s neck, snatching her arm out of the boy’s grip. “...whatever. At least everyone knows the truth about that little harlot. You should’ve stayed in your corner where you belong!”

“Fuck...off.”

Harrumphing, Sakura stalks back down the hallway, her gaggle of girls trailing behind. For a moment, the crowds linger in uncertainty before slowly going back to their business.

All the while, Hinata barely dares to breathe, a strange hollowness in her chest. Everyone...everyone saw. Everyone heard. They all think she’s some kind of slut trying to steal someone’s boyfriend. All she wanted was to be honest...so maybe she could move on…

“Hey...are you -?”

Legs like jelly, Hinata shoves past her savior, pushing her way through the hallway traffic toward the door. She can’t stay here, she can’t stand the eyes, the words, the humiliation -!

She barely clears the doorway before her knees give out, mind completely overwhelmed. She’s ruined...the rest of her high school days will be spent in the shadow of today. How...how can she -?

Before she can skin her knees on the concrete, Hinata feels arms around her waist, hauling her back up to her feet. Still unsteady, she stays limp in her companion’s grip.

“Easy...take a second to breathe. I know you’re panicking, and I know that was a shitshow. But you have to breathe, Hinata.”

Gasping and trembling, she suddenly finds herself sobbing, the shock cut through by his words and letting her react. Even now her knees refuse to hold her, her will to hold herself up lost in the tide of her emotions.

Without a word, the one behind her gives a grunt and hauls her up further, carrying her to a bench nearby. Setting her on one end, he sits along the other, letting her collapse apathetically against him.

...who…?

To her surprise, an arm wraps around her shoulders, pulling her closer. Normally she’d flip, shoving him off and demanding to know what his problem was. But right now, he’s the only solid thing around her as she drowns...so instead, she clings.

“...I’m sorry about all that bullshit. You don’t deserve that...Sakura’s just an insecure busybody who thinks everyone’s out to get her. You didn’t do anything wrong…”

“B-but everyone...e-everyone’s going to -!”

“Naruto told me what happened. His mistake was telling Sakura. He’s gone today...but you can bet he’ll be trying to make this right when he gets back. He’s an idiot...but he’s not an asshole. Trust me, I know.”

It’s only then Hinata dares to look up, curious just who’s gotten himself involved in his mess. Pale eyes then widen as she recognizes him: Naruto’s best friend, Sasuke. “...y-you…?”

He in turn looks back at her softly. “...it’s gonna be fine. Maybe not for a day or two, but...he’ll set things right. Who knows...maybe now he’ll see her for the bitch she really is…”

“W-why are…you helping me?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Look...Sakura’s driven me nuts for a long time. She’s a nasty piece of work when she wants to be. I wasn’t about to let that slide. Just glad I was there when I was.”

“I...I can’t go back there…”

“...maybe we can talk to the school nurse and get you excused. Cuz yeah...it might not be a good idea for you to be there today. I’ll go with you.”

Still unsure why he’s trying so hard, Hinata nonetheless nods. Shakily finding her feet, she walks beside him back into the building. By now, the halls are empty as first period begins, and they make it to the office unfettered. Hinata explains as best she can, Sasuke providing additional testimony and proof.

“Well...you’re not ill, per se...but I think I can get you excused. If another student is going to be treating you like that, it’s not safe for you to be here. I’ll have the principal speak to her.”

Hinata knows that won’t do any good… “Do I...do I have to stay, and...and tell what happened again?”

“No, I have it all written down here. You go home and calm down. But you’ll have to be back in tomorrow.”

“I understand.”

“Ma’am, can I have first period excused to walk her home? She shouldn’t go alone.”

The nurse sighs...and then relents. “Oh, all right. But be back in time for second, understood.?”

“Yes ma’am.”

As they leave, Hinata grabbing her already-packed bag, she murmurs, “...you don’t have to go with me.”

“I have calculus first period. Might as well skip it. Besides...I do want to make sure you get home okay. You’re pretty shaken up.”

“...thanks.”

The walk is silent, the Hinata seemingly lost in her thoughts. Sasuke takes to texting, brow furrowed. By the time they make it to her place, he tucks the mobile back in his pocket.

“I told Naruto what happened. He’s pretty pissed, and says to tell you he’s sorry. Apparently he’ll be back for afternoon classes, and he’s gonna tell Sakura what for. So...tomorrow might not be so bad.”

“...that’s good.”

“...you sure you’re okay?”

“Not...not really.”

“I can stay.”

“N-no! You’ll get in trouble!”

“There’s worse things than skipping a day of school,” he assures her with a hint of a grin.

Hinata hesitates. “Why...why are you being so nice to me…?”

“Is that not allowed?”

“I’m just...curious. I don’t...know you. At least, n-not very well. Surely you’ve got b-better things to do, right?”

It’s then Sasuke’s turn to pause. “...I like you. You’re a nice person, even if no one bothers to see it. I don’t know anyone else quite like you. And someone nice shouldn’t be treated like that.”

A hint of pink blooms in her cheeks. He likes her? Or...does he like her…? His reply is rather...ambiguous. “...well, I...I appreciate it. But you really don’t n-need to stay. I’ll be all right, and you...you should get back to class.”

“...all right. Mind if I check in on you? Send you a text at lunch or something?”

“S...sure.” She sheepishly offers her number. “You...y-you better get going, so you’re not late.”

“I’ve got plenty of time. You get inside and take it easy, okay?”

“I will.”

“All right...see you later.” Giving a mock salute, he starts meandering back down the sidewalk.

Watching him for a time, Hinata eventually slips into the house. There’s still a lingering edge to her mind, nerves jumpy and anxious. But...she also feels a lot calmer now. Sasuke’s company seems to have helped quite a bit. Curious…

For now, however, she goes upstairs and curls in bed, phone on her pillow as she awaits a buzz in a few hours. Maybe, until then, she’ll just...take a little nap...

                                                         .oOo.

     OKAY FIRST let me say: I do not hate Sakura. I dislike some aspects about her canon character, but overall I'm not anti Sakura or anything. She just...works for the trope in this piece. Sorry Sakura fans, I just...needed someone for the role :'D      Anyway, with that out of the way...oof, this was painful to write. I was never really part of any big high school drama, so...I don't have any experience in it. And this is likely SUPER unrealistic and hyperbolic. But that's the fun of fanfic, right? But at least Hinata had someone there to come to her rescue. Hopefully Naruto can set things straight...yeesh.      But uhhh, yeah, that's all for tonight. In all honesty today was Rough and now it's super late despite me...really wanting to get some good sleep :'D So I better bounce. Thanks for reading~

#sasuhina #narusaku #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #uzumaki naruto #haruno sakura #vulgarity // #bullying // #best years of your life [ au ] #365daysofsasuhina

[artangel3993]

this is pt 2 of this drabble and it wont rlly make sense w/o it!  time 4 violet. cw for i mean general fuckery that is conditionally present in the box boy universe, contracts n ownership discussed, also mention of drugs

the inspiration for the setting of the underground military bunker turned psychedelic warehouse is from a real case that was i think still the largest lsd bust in the 2000s which is neat. drug history! that link has pics of the actual bunker too and im p sure vice also did a documentary on it, its a really interesting case! anyways i just want to get to bunker time so i can introduce poppy bc i love her. 

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Safiya could not, for the life of her, figure out what the fuck was wrong with this algorithm. She kept running it through her IDE over and over, checked all the spellings of the variables, and it still wouldn’t run the way she needed it to, or be a functional block of code in any way, intended or not (she got that sometimes, when a program would run but it would do something completely fucking different than her intentions.) She dragged her hands down her eyes, and took another long sip of her energy drink. She hadn’t slept in two days and she was still behind on her end of the code for her company’s new game- which fucking sucked, but at the same time, Saf liked the challenge, the conflict. Having something to do. Vi left her with enough money that she’d never have to work a day in her life again and still be fine, but she was good at game development- well. Not right now, but in general. Right now, she was about to ring whoever invented C++ by the neck.

Safiya was set up at the table by the kitchen, hosting her computer, a jumble of folders and piles of unorganized papers, at least three finished Monster’s scattered in between it all, and herself: wrapped in a knitted blanket, the monitor’s blue light bathing her dark skin. Summer was a couple steps away on the couch, lying down on her stomach and watercoloring, her legs idly kicking this way and that in the air (when Saf was working, Summer liked to create with her, she’d put on one of Saf’s records and make all kinds of art in a concentrated, comfortable silence, but watercoloring was always her favorite. Sometimes she’d give Saf painted pictures of the characters in whatever game she was working on, which made Saf smile like an idiot every time and put them someplace safe.) There were still wildflowers and weeds weaved into Summer’s golden hair, mud caking her tennis shoes laid forgotten by the door, and a soft smile on her face; all clues that made Saf infer she’d probably been out in the garden this morning that Summer had recently started. Saf had a lot of land extending from the cottage she’d never explored and left wholly wild and uncared for, so Summer kind of took over. 

Now when Saf looked out one of the front windows, there were all kinds of flowers lining the house, fluffy bumblebees laying on their petals, the beginnings of an apple tree supported by two wooden poles on either side as big as the sapling was. Once, she got dressed in all of her protective clothing because Summer asked if she could bring her outside and show her the full tour, just to see her get excited talking about all the different seeds she’d planted, her plans to tie a swing to the big oak tree out front. Safiya, in those moments, felt like she knew Summer, really. Felt like she knew what she could do to keep her in that good place, and even if she still slipped into being far away, Saf could handle it.

(There were other kinds of days, too, when Summer felt like a completely different person and Safiya was out kicking in the fucking deep end with no understanding of what to do, if anything she could do would make a difference anyways. Sometimes Summer wouldn’t talk for days. Sometimes, she’d sit poised and elegant- on the couch or the rocking chair or her bed in what used to be the spare room- for hours and hours and hours with the only movement being her blinking every so often, her face otherwise looked like it was as trapped in a pose as the rest of her. Safiya would try sitting down with her, and talking as quiet and gentle as her voice would allow, ask her if she was alright, if she wanted to maybe stand up with her and they could take a little walk around the rooms of the cottage, maybe, or- or Saf could put on all of her gear and they could go outside together- take my hand, everything’s okay, you’re safe I promise- but Summer would be unresponsive at that point, staring straight ahead, and Safiya would realize just how fucking unqualified she was to try and help her at all.)

Safiya fell out of her thoughts as the record Summer put on got caught in a groove, and started repeating the same chord over and over. Summer’s head peeked up from the couch, and she walked over to the record player, delicately flipping the vinyl and motioning towards putting it back onto the player.

She never got the chance, though. The front door made a clicking sound, the hinges sighed, and Violet Lowe was standing in the doorframe. Summer dropped the vinyl and it shattered. 

“I thought I changed my locks.” Safiya didn’t move from where she spoke.

Violet shrugged. “You did.” There was quiet. She closed the door behind her to keep the light out.

Safiya stood up, her blanket dropping to the floor, and she felt stupid for being in her sweats and a pair of fucking crocs because it would be really great if she was anything close to intimidating right now. Still, she walked over to Vi, putting herself in between her and Summer. 

Safiya intended to say a lot of things to her, everything that had been boiling in her mind since the morning Vi left and didn’t come back, insults and how could yous and I deserve better than thats. Instead, this is what came out: “I missed you, Vi. So much.” If, Saf thought, she was just a little less emotionally stunted, there’d be tears in her eyes. She really thought Vi wasn’t going to come back this time.

Violet smiled, but it was unreadable behind her sunglasses. She was definitely selling again, it showed in the gold and silver coiling around her fingers in serpentine rings and  dripping down her neck, contrasted starkly against her black cocktail dress. She had new heeled boots that made her stand almost as tall as Summer was, their glossy cold-black finish the exact same shade as her perfectly maintained bob. “I know you missed me. It’s why I came back.”

“Where have you been selling?” Saf knew Vi had friends in the business with mansions up and down the west coast they’d hop around, going from city to city giving out all kinds of compounds and getting rich as fuck in the process, living like psychedelic royalty. But this felt different, she’d been gone for too long.

Vi shook her head. “Not selling. Manufacturing. That’s where the real money is. We don’t have to move around, either, we bought this underground military bunker-”

“A bunker. An underground military bunker.” How the fuck do you just buy an underground military bunker.

Vi mhm’d impatiently, as if she was puzzled as to Saf not being able to keep up. “It used to be for large weapons storage, but it got auctioned off. One of the smartest decisions me and Nic ever made.” Sometimes Saf didn’t recognize the names Vi would rattle off, but Nic, Nic she knew from the one time she’d been with Saf while she was away on her business trips. She swallowed the memories she, frankly, could not be less prepared to deal with, back down.

Violet took Safiya’s hands in hers, the cold metal of her rings making imprints against Saf’s fingers. “Saf, Elana’s making psychoactive compounds nobody’s even theorized about before, with the amount of privacy we have there. You understand? We’re about to change the drug underbelly of this entire nation. And I want you there with me.”

“I’d go with you?” Vi’d never offered to take her with, ever since everything happened that summer, with her Vi, Elana and Nic. Safiya looked back at Summer in her floral sundress (she only wore that one on days when she was feeling good, Saf knew it was her favorite,) who at that point had pressed herself against the wall, standing straight and dead silent, staring at the both of them, her face unreadably calm to most, but Saf knew she only disconnected like that when she was fucking terrified. The record was still in pieces on the ground. With both eyes on her, Summer peeled herself off of the wall and hurriedly started picking up the shattered bits. Safiya moved towards her, breaking Vi’s grip. “It’s alright, Summer, I’ve got this, don’t worry about it-”

“Summer?” Vi said behind her, and Safiya realized just how badly she does not want these two people in her life to interact ever. Fuck. “It suits her so well. How have you liked my birthday present for you so far?”

Safiya stomped back up to Violet, and in a whisper edging on a growl, “We are not doing this right now Vi.” Saf would make grave eye contact with her if it weren’t for the fact that Vi still had her fucking shades on. 

“Now, if you had such a problem with my generosity, she’d be gone by now, wouldn’t she?” And then, after a moment, she added: “Stop acting like a saint, Safiya. You’ve never been a good liar.”

The room buzzed with the echo of her words, and Safiya stood there, quiet, for a dragged out moment, trying to think of some way to spit back at her. It didn’t happen. With the most calm face she can put on right now, she turned back to Summer. “Summer, maybe you should... go outside, for a little bit. I’ll tell you when I’ve shown Violet out.” She makes those last words taste like venom, matter-of-fact, so Vi can hear her anger. 

“No, she can stay.”

Summer stopped dead in her tracks. Looking at the fear in her eyes, that sinking look that overpowered any kind of calm Summer usually had when Saf was there, Saf knew she was lost. Summer was listening to Vi, now, all Vi, the kind of gone Saf was all too familiar with people getting under Vi’s words.

“Anyways,” Vi said, a tad annoyed, as if all of that had just been a mere blip in the conversation, turning her head to address Saf, “yes, you’re coming with. You’d be safe in the bunker, I made sure of it. All of your special lights. I want…. I want you there. With me.”

If this had been in literally any other context, Safiya would’ve smiled at Vi’s effort to communicate her feelings, Saf had been with her for years and she knew how hard it was for her to even understand her own emotions, much less say them out loud. But she was pissed at her, and she was going to hold onto that feeling for as long as she could to make her feel worse. “Summer stays here.” There was no way in hell she was going to let Summer anywhere near Vi’s fucked up drug empire. 

Vi just fucking shrugged. “She’s coming.”

Saf charged at her again, pointing an accusing finger at her and getting close enough until it buried into the fabric of Vi’s dress. “You can act like I’m as fucked up as you are but I would never trust her with your or your f-”

Vi smiled, and batted Saf’s hand off of her as if she was a somewhat disinterested cat. “Let me rephrase that. My name is on her contract. She’s coming.”

#bleas read the cw at the front! #whump #box boy universe #char: violet #char: safiya #char: summer #dehumanization #pet whump

[myxherokacchan]

You are SO talented! Everything you write is soo cite! I was wondering what if Bakugou had a crush on one of his classmates that was short and she was very insecure abt it but never showed it hiding it behind a smile amd she was sweet to everyone? I don't know? Thankk you. :3

This was the idea I got from this request! I thought it was cute and I hope you like what I came up with!! 

Thank you so much for such sweet words! You’re making me blush! (〃艸〃)

Bakugo, Katsuki

“Hey shortie! How’s the weather down there!” One of the rowdy members of class 1-C barked out suddenly at the passing girl, ever since the villain attack and the massive win at the sports festival class 1-A has gotten more and more attention. Both wanted and unwanted. Y/N who was getting called out, attempted to ignore them, she knew she was short— no one in her life would let her forget it. She couldn’t understand why her height was always center of attention, she was born this way. Why was it always a funny topic to others?

Clenching her fingers into a shaken fists, she glared over her shoulder at the others and she paused. “G-Good morning, I hope we all do our best today!” Y/N began again, smiling as brightly and as falsely as best as she could before rushing away from the snickering group. All her life has been nothing but remarks to her height, it wasn’t fair! Her mother was short, even her twin brother but they were all taller than her, so it didn’t matter. ‘Don’t ever let them see you cry!’ Izuku’s voice always echoed in her head whenever she wanted to break down, she had to run quickly. Because the moment she turned a corner, Y/N couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. “S-Stupid…” she whined, her palms going to her watery eyes.

“Tch… you really are crying…” a familiar voice interrupted her sobs. The small girl looked up, feeling her eyes turn into water faucets seeing her childhood friend and fellow classmate’s ashen blonde hair through blurry tears.

“…Ka-Ka-Kacchaaaan….!” she wailed, trying to wipe away her tears but failing miserably.

Bakugo had been in the area when he overheard far too old nicknames being thrown out rather loudly, there was only one person short enough to get shit for it. Y/N Midoriya. The hothead watched the girl’s reaction intently his complete focus directed onto her and he found himself immediately following when she ran off, leaving behind a confused Kaminari, who was trying to tell Bakugo about the crazy dream he had last night. There was something off about the smile she just gave. It reminded him too much of Izuku’s when they were younger, the one he would give Bakugo, no matter how rude he was to him. It pissed him off! Plus he had seen the girl’s smile so many times in his life— there was no way that shit was real.

“Shut it! Just stop all the damn crying already and talk!” Seeing just how unraveled the girl really was pissed the blonde off further, now instead of the usual mild simmer, he was boiling mad. Class hasn’t even started yet and he hasn’t crossed paths with the other Midoriya in this forsaken school but here he was raging because this small girl was crying. Why did that piss him off so much? It was because she was weak and didn’t stick up for herself completely opposite from himself. He didn’t like weaklings, that’s why he’s so mad. Had to be the reason, he thought. But a sudden tap against his chest snapped him from his mind, his crimson irises looked down to see the girl’s fists pounding against him but he hardly felt anything when she did.

“Y-You’re so mean… Kacchan…” Y/N sniffed between words, her head hanging lower. She pulled her hands away from Bakugo and brought them back up to her face hiding it within her palms. The blonde just glared at the girl, watching everything she did so closely, studying her every move, and then his anger started to cool off while her sobs filled his ears again. She really was hurt by those nicknames, after all these years and he never knew it affected her this much. Bakugo bit at his lip some as he wracked his brain of what to do, he realized he really didn’t like to see her like this, hell this was the first time he’s seen this usually disgustingly happy girl anything but.

“Tell anybody about this….. and I’ll make sure you regret it….” Bakugo growled lowly and before the girl could even respond, Bakugo grabbed Y/N by the shoulders and pulled her into his strong, toned arms. He kept her close and hidden within his chest, allowing her finishing crying against him and she did. While this small girl sobbed, Bakugo kept silent, feeling slightly calmer than he would normally be. His crimson irises looked down at his fingers which were intertwined with her long dark green locks, they were soft. She was soft and she also smelled really, really good. ‘W-Why the hell am I thinking this crap?!’ he screamed within his head realizing he was starting to blush. “Oi…..Oi….. you done yet? …..We’re going to be late…” he managed to stamper out, patting the girl’s back gently. ‘Why am I being so gentle to stupid Deku’s sister, goddammit!’

Y/N nodded and pulled away from his body hesitantly, still nervous he actually hugged her, which he hadn’t done since they were five. She rubbed at her puffy eyes and attempted to blink, smiling now that she had gotten all that negativity out. “Tch… look at you….. idiot, let’s go!” Bakugo barked out, grabbing the girl’s wrist and dragging her back towards their classroom behind him. He was glad that she was behind because he didn’t want her to see his cheeks burning red hot. ‘Why was that hug so nice?! Why did that smile make my heart stop for a second!? I think I should go to the nurse….’ This boy was in complete denial over what he was feeling and the one mixing up his emotions was the girl of his childhood. 

“B-Bakugo has Y/N hostage!” Uraraka gasped the moment Bakugo slammed into the classroom with his hand still wrapped around Y/N’s wrist. This snapped everyone’s attention on the two, also seeing as they were the last remaining students to get to class. Izuku stood up with gasp as well, but the sound he made was far from it, he’d protect his twin sister from any trouble, Kacchan included!

“If you’re dating Y/N, then Deku will be your brother someday! Hey, that’s great! Maybe you two will finally get along!” Kirishima chimed in with a toothy grin.

“W-W-What kind of stupid crap!” Bakugo screamed, feeling steam coming out of his ears not only from anger but embarrassment. His face as red as his irises. “Like hell I would get along with him!”

“So you are dating!” Kaminari and Sero asked in unison and Bakugo exploded his quirk towards them.

“H-heh…..s-s-so why are you still holding h-her ha-hand Kacchan….?” Izuku was on the verge of fainting. Anyone but Kacchan!

#bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #bnha headcanons #bnha hc #bnha #mha headcanons #mha imagines #mha scenarios #mha #boku no hero academia imagines #boku no hero academia scenarios #boku no hero academia headcanons #boku no hero academia hc #boku no hero academia #my hero academia imagines #my hero academia scenarios #my hero academia headcanons #my hero academia #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki scenarios #bakugo katsuki imagines

[limitedrevolverworks]

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You always found the word ‘oxymoron’ rather funny for reasons so quaint they shouldn’t warrant an explanation, but never like now has the full brunt of its significance made itself manifest. ‘A commodity that provokes an inconvenience’ definitely fits the bill, but the worst part, the punch that puts any hint of a smile K.O., is the realization that the moron in question is you. You’re the idiot for thinking how stupidly troublesome it is to have a driving license, a car, and your son’s school at barely fifteen minutes from his cram school. But you can’t really help it: now more than ever, you envy the humanoid sardines who have to press against each other every morning in an attempt to reach their destination while hopefully keeping their bone structure from becoming flatter than a paper. It would make things easier, relatively speaking.

You wouldn’t have to sit alone inside such a minuscule, intimate space with the sole company of your serene-looking son and the fresh knowledge that he’s the ringleader of a middle school gang, for example.

It’s been five minutes now. Exactly zero words have left either of your mouths, and at least one of them seems contraried by the fact that the other is curved into the hint of a smile that looks at a time peaceful and absolutely bereft of any guilt. It drives you nuts, to put it bluntly. And not just in a ‘I’m absolutely pissed by your attitude, you impudent son of mine’ sense. There’s plenty of that too, make no mistake, but the fact of the matter is that you honestly, genuinely feel as if you’re about to lose your wits and see them scatter about like light particles that turn normal clothes into a frillier version of themselves.

You can’t make sense of it. Of the truth you’ve been too blind to see. Of your son’s true colors. What really tugs at your heartstrings though, it’s that you weren’t ready. You, who spent your adolescence kicking monster tail by shouting flower names and erupting lasers from your heels. Miss Himawari Sonomura VonVermillion. You’re married to someone who barely fits any of the criteria that define a human being, and you’re having a harder time coming to terms with your apparent failure as a mother.

Ah. Yeah, that must be it. This isn’t a problem you can solve by yelling at the top of your lungs (as much as you feel like doing that) and punching it really, really hard. There’s no stuffy manual detailing the laws and rules that dictate how to properly face this challenge, either. You’re at a loss. No, let’s be fully honest here: you feel like it’s entirely your fault. The kid’s still his father’s son. You just thought you could overwhelm that truth, but you really ended up blinding yourself with a misguided sense of justice. Can’t blame the clouds if they feel like raining every once in a while, right?

It’s not that easy unfortunately, or you wouldn’t be waiting for the red light to turn green with your forehead buried onto the steering wheel. The main problem, paradoxically enough, is that you love your son. Of course you do, dimwit! Despite it all, Kyouya’s still Kyouya, not some terrible monster whose sole desire is to turn people into vegetables. Besides, you already tore that one apart almost two decades ago. Also, if it’s monsters we’re talking about, you already crossed the line by becoming the bride of their chief, so these moral quandaries shouldn’t even be such a big issue for you in the first place. But they are. They are and it hurts, because want it or not, you had expectations that were betrayed, worries that came to fruition, and an inability to realize it until it was too late. If it even is anyway. You don’t know. You may be a qualified lawyer, but in this moment, you feel like the most ignorant person on the face of Earth, and even viler than that. Like, almost as much as your husband. And that’s really damn vile.

Green light. There’s still about fifteen minutes to share together before reaching the cram school, where your beloved Valdios will likely settle the issue with some enthusiastic praises for your son, a bemused shake of his head in your general direction, and infernal teleportation to avoid the unavoidable punch you’ll attempt to throw towards his face. Your hands are sweaty rags tightly wrapped around the steering wheel, and you’re pretty sure that your teeth at this point are more ground dust than solid bone. You’re not exactly in the best condition to hold a delicate conversation, or any kind of conversation for that matter. It should be fine to leave things hanging, then. There’s no use in trying to solve a problem when you haven’t been able to think of a solution, or even to fully grasp the problem itself to begin with. Right? Right. R-i-g-h-t. Ri...ght...

Oh, hell no it ain’t right.

Come on, woman, remember who you are. Those fists of yours have met more chins than they’ve been caressed in their life up until now. The worst hellspawns still fear you, and rightly so. You were---no, you are a flame that burns brighter than the sun it dauntlessly faces. Are you going to back down now that your kid needs you the most, only because your adversary is your own stupid self? Hah, as if! Swallow it down, that venomous lump in your throat, and speak out loudly. You can’t, you won’t let it stifle the depth of your love if it’s the last thing you do.

“Do you have anything to say to your mother, Kyouya?”

“Absolutely nothing, mom!”

Goood at least throw me a bone here, kiddo! You ain’t making it easy for your mother, you know!?

Alright, alright, deep breath and then go for take two. Also watch OUT FOR THAT RED LIGHT... good job, you barely avoided breaking the law at the cost of nearly strangulating yourself and your son with the seatbelts. Sounds like the perfect opportunity to try again.

“R-right. So you have no idea what me and your teacher might have talked about?”

“Mmh, I wonder...?”

Look at him. Tilting his head and smiling that cutely, with his rosy cheeks and hair redder than yours. He would look like such an angel if it weren’t for the fact that he’s blatantly hiding the most devilish of intentions. It’s almost scary how sincere he looks, as if he really believes there’s nothing his mother dearest should be worrying about. ‘Almost’ because he’s still a long ways from the achieving the top in the VanVermillion school of mellifluous nonchalance.

Not for a lack of trying though, looks like.

“Kyouya.” Your voice is a disappointed whisper as you tilt your head to shoot a sideway glance at your son. That and rowdy screaming are the only two tones you feel capable of holding at present, so you really just decided to go with the one with less chances to attract the attention of the other cars.

“Yes, mom?”

“Have you been up to no good?” Such a simple question, and yet it feels like it took all your energies to tear it out of your throat. But you force yourself to do so, and to turn your head to witness your son staring back at you with the same sweet face as ever. His clean, prompt answer takes even more out of you.

“Not at all. In fact, mom, as of late I’ve been performing nothing but good deeds!”

He’s too far gone. There goes the pure and pristine image of your son, floating away from your desperate grasp. Goodbye, old hag... ahahaha...

NOOO! Come back, my precious, fragile flower! Too far! Too late! Your fingers are grasping nothing but the solid emptiness of the steering wheel. Huh? Hey, welcome back to reality, now press that pedal. It’s turned green in a while, already, and the cars behind are growing noisily restless.

“Goo---what’s so good about bullying?!” Calm down, don’t lose your cool! You can still save it, so lower your voice, you former delinquent! Just because you don’t want him to follow in the same footsteps as you doesn’t make you any less of a hypocrite!

“Nothing, of course. That’s why I’ve taken matters into my own hands, so to speak.”

“What, by becoming a bully yourself?”

You have to wonder what’s so funny that’s making him laugh behind the hand he uses to cover his mouth. You swear you can see your bewildered face reflected in his shiny, painted nails, however.

“Is that what Miss Takemoto told you, mom? You grown-ups really like misunderstandings, don’t you? No, I’ve never bullied anybody. I hate people like that, just like you... but, see, bullies right? They usually target loners, even though they’re the loneliest people of all. So I’ve taken away their reason to bully, simple as that!”

The grinding of gears inside your head sounds like rusted metal brushing against sandpaper and is half as efficient in your present state, but you think you’re starting to see some semblance of the greater picture as envisioned by your clearly amused son. At least you hope, because anymore confusion at this point would knock you out for real.

“By... making up a group?“

“Yes, exactly!” Aww, he seems so proud of your understanding. You’re not entirely sure whether the clapping is there to ridicule or praise you, though. “Bullying pretty much means ‘Give me attention!’, so by giving them the sense of cohesiveness and belonging of a group, they don’t have to seek attention anymore, since they’re already giving it to each other. It wasn’t easy at first, but it turns out that being able to lift the teacher’s desk with the auxiliary use of some magical power can be a pretty convincing display to support one’s offer. Isn’t it brilliant, mom?”

“Huuh...” Wonder whose parent’s vocabulary he learned the most from... Sure, the way he puts it does sound a lot less dire than how the teacher put it, to the point where you find yourself subconsciously nodding but... “W-wait, that’s not all I’ve heard. The teacher also said that you guys extort text answers from other students! What’s so magnanimous about that?”

“Oh, that...” Far from seeing him taken aback, it’s his shrug that counters your failed offensive with impressive skill. “Some students find the answer sheets by themselves. The deed has already been done, so me and the others just make sure that everyone else can reap the benefits by politely asking these people to relinquish the goods and spread them among their classmates. Nobody has to suffer low grades like this! It’s... what do they call it... ah, yes! A necessary evil! Adults do much worse than that, so surely you can overlook that much, no?”

Can you? It’s not like you can see anything with clarity right now. Might be because of the hand plastered against your face, or the silhouettes of your husband and son’s faces levitating on the windshield while they chant ‘You can overlook that much? Can’t you? Can’t you~?’ You actually do shoot a glance at your son’s extremely self-satisfied face just to ensure he didn’t actually shoot a minor curse in your general direction - better make a point to interrogate your husband just in case. Last thing you need is to learn he’s been giving your children lessons in the dark arts behind your back - you’ve been adamant about that ‘til this day, but you can bet that the edict will grow even stricter following what must have been the most tiring conversation you’ve had in years. And you’ve had lots of them, really: par of the course when you married a man who cannot quite understand the ethical conundrum involved with turning the postman into a hedhehog-shaped monster because he put a couple more publicity ads in your mailbox than desired.

You glance at the clock on the dashboard: around five minutes and you’ll have reached your destination. Five minutes you could fill with reprimands, perhaps even a slap, or, why not, words of praise for this eloquent brat who took one page too many from his father’s book and haphazardly mingled them with some from your own.

None of that ensues. You merely reach for your son’s head and, without looking him in the eye, brush the hop of his head with slow, immeasurable gentleness.

“Okay then. We’ll talk more about this later. Be sure to behave at the cram school.”

Lest you’d have to receive a phone call from a teacher telling you about your son set everyone straight by beating them up while dressed in a cutesy purple outfit dripping with magical photons.

#A Magical Hell Called Family #wordy seeds

[collarximagines]

Just a few things before I get into this. This is actually my second version of this suggestion because for some stupid reason I typed it all up straight to Tumblr and then the tab refreshed so I had to re-write it which frustrated me. I apologise for how long it's been but my life has been so hectic and then I had that on top of it, but I'm back now! Also, thank-you so much for the support guys! This With your support, this blog is already going so well and I love you all for it!  

Five men were stood around in the building which had come to be known as the Detective Agency and all but one of said men had everyone else's approval for them to be there. Okazaki however, had done his usual appearing act and invited himself inside because he had come to enjoy being around the other men, even if they didn't feel the same way. It was while the five stood around, with four trying to convince the fifth to leave, that they received a strange email. At first they had assumed it must have been some sort of prank, though the attached photo of a kidnapped Hoshino convinced them otherwise.

Aiji Yanagi – Aiji appeared relatively calm about the situation, however, deep down, he was honestly worried. Anything could have happened to Hoshino and given the group of men didn't have much to go off of, they couldn't be sure that the kidnappers would have stayed true to their word and that they wouldn't have hurt her if the police weren't alerted. The male took a deep breath and had a quick cigarette on the roof before returning the others, prepared to find Hoshino as quickly as possible. He gave the others their individual jobs and luckily they seemed happy to oblige, clearly quite aware of the severity of the situation. The dark-haired male was able to work efficiently as the time passed, and it didn't seem like much time before Takeru had managed to track the female down, discovering her location to be an abandoned office building. Aiji headed there on his own, his heart pounding in his chest as he stood outside the building. He was more worried about how he was going to find Hoshino than about how many guards were going to be stationed there. Surprisingly, there weren't many men stood around and the men who were around had been easy enough to knock unconscious and he was finally able to come face to face with the very female he had been so desperately looking for. Aiji couldn't help but to sigh a relieved sigh as soon as he looked into her eyes and felt guilty, only imagining how scared she must have been. He walked closer and rested a hand on her cheek, almost as if to reassure her that he had found her and that he hadn't lost her, before quickly untying her bound wrists. As soon as he had done so, he felt the female's arms quickly wrap around his back as she held him tightly, the male soon returning the hold with one hand rested on the back of her head. “Don't worry, you're safe now. I'm sorry that you ended up in such a situation, but I promise you it won't happen again. You know you can always rely on me”.

Kei Okazaki – The look on Kei's face upon hearing the email was one which annoyed the others because somehow, he wore a smile on his face. At first appearance, it seemed as though he didn't care in the slightest that Hoshino had somehow managed to get herself kidnapped. “I suppose we should hurry up and find here then” He said thoughtfully, though sounded more nonchalant about things. Honestly, it was more because he was confident in his ability. The situation didn't seem like too much of a problem and he knew the others would have been able to do their bit. He hoped so anyway, after all, he wasn't able to do much investigating himself because they had been warned not to alert the police and there was a chance someone at the police would have become suspicious about him if he seemed too much like he was investigating. Kei took the time to relax, simply waiting for the text which would have told him they were ready for him to go find her. He had been sleeping on a park bench when he finally received the text and couldn't help but to smile, seeing that the building she was being held in was quite close to his current location. Perhaps things were going to be easier than he had initially thought. The place wasn't really guarded, though, he made it look even easier than other people would have done. He found it frustrating that the brunette female had been taken away from him, and it felt like such a waste of his time when none of the guards were able to withstand even the smallest attack from him. Really, they may as well not have been there to begin with. Eventually he found exactly who he had been looking for, seeing her tied to a chair with a blindfold covering her eyes. He stepped closer, his head tilted in a curious manner as he did so. “Hmm? Hoshino, I didn't picture you as the type who likes to be bound. Perhaps I'll have to try binding you for myself once we get out of here” He said with a smile as he removed the blindfold from her eyes, noticing the cute blush covering her cheeks.

Mineo Enomoto – As soon as he heard the news, Mineo began freaking out. He was scared about what was going to happen, even if he did believe that he and the others were more than capable. There was fear in his eyes as he looked between the others, wondering what they were going to do and wondering if two days was too short a time to be able to find and save the female. Not being able to ask for help from the police wasn't too surprising, though it did make things a little harder for them. Eventually, Aiji was able to calm Mineo down and finally made him see sense and he became much more convinced that they would have been able to rescue her. The following day, Mineo was walking around Shinjuku, with the intention of seeing if he could track her down by foot while Takeru continued hacking and doing whatever he did on his computer. Mineo was almost constantly texting Takeru, every text asking the same question; 'Have you found her yet?' And each time, he received a similar response, usually a simple 'no', tough there were times Takeru became more frustrated with the constant question and would say no in a more annoyed way. Eventually Mineo received the text he so needed to see, one which had the exact address where Hoshino was kept and he became essentially a blur as he ran to the place. He didn't care that he was physically and mentally exhausted by the time he got into the building, kicked through a few of the guards and finally reached the room Hoshino was in because he was simply far too relieved to become face to face with her. One small tear left the corner of his golden shining eyes as he smiled brightly at the girl in front of him. “Fear not, my princess! For your Mineo-sama has come to save you!” He announced, pointing at himself with a thumb, only to falter soon after. “Ehhh?! What do you mean I look uncool?! ...W-Well it's your fault anyway, I falter when you look at me so cutely” He muttered, turning away from the female to save himself from more embarrassment.

Takeru Sasazuka – The situation had hardly been processed in the male's mind before he turned around to face his computer and began furiously typing away. He was worried about the female, but also irritated, honestly, they had other things to do. It couldn't be help, the brunette would get herself into those sort of situations. The green haired-male worked tirelessly for the next couple of days until the sun began to rise on their final day. Up to that point, he had hardly even stopped working at the pace he had kept up, and only slowed down to nibble at a doughnut, being the only thing he really ate as he concentrated on finding the female. Honestly, he was annoyed at himself for taking so long at it and even if it had taken him a couple of days, he still hadn't considered them worthy of his time or effort. Either way, he could still be glad that he had managed to figure out her location. Takeru made his way over along with Aiji who was to fight off any guards while Takeru searched around the building, finally coming across the room Hoshino had been held in. He clicked his tongue in an effort to hide just how relieved he was feeling, noticing that she had been left unscathed. She was safe and it appeared she hadn't been stupid enough to get herself into more trouble than she needed to. “Idiot, always needing to be saved by your Master. I just hope you haven't been wagging your tail for your kidnapper” Takeru said, and untied her wrists, noticing they looked red, clearly from having the rope been tied too tightly. The sight annoyed him far more than he could have expected and he had been about to comment on the sight when he suddenly felt the female embracing his arm, apologising over and over as she cried into his sleeve. “Tch, you don't need to apologise, it's not as though you chose to be taken. However, if you really feel that bad, you can make it up to me by buying me something sweet” Takeru said sternly, his head turned away from the female, irritated at how cute she looked and how embarrassed that made him feel.

Kageyuki Shiraishi – At first, Kageyuki really couldn't understand how he felt about hearing Hoshino being kidnapped and at first, he found himself trying to figure out why that would have been the case instead. It was likely his lack of understanding for his own emotions that made him think along those lines as he found it far easier to think about how the kidnapper would have thought, than to think about how he himself felt. “It's going to make it more difficult without the work of the police, but I'm sure it shouldn't hinder us too much. It doesn't feel as though the kidnapper has put too much thought into this, so I don't think he's too serious” Kageyuki explained, considering how the email had been written, he was able to figure out that much. The others were a little surprised by how co-operative he was being, all except Aiji who knew how he felt about Hoshino and knew he would have wanted her back. They all worked hard for the next few days, though admittedly, it was thanks to Takeru that they were able to figure out where she was. It appeared as though the kidnapper cared that little that he had left the female's phone with her and just used a signal blocker so she was unable to make or receive messages or calls, though it didn't prevent the green-haired male from being able to find her. Kageyuki was relatively relaxed as he made his way there and didn't encounter much problem as he sauntered through the building, finally coming upon the room Hoshino was in. He couldn't help but to smirk seeing how she looked, sat and bound to a chair, looking more pathetic than she usually did. “Hoshino, I've come to save you. You don't need to look so sad anymore, I'm here” He said with a smile, watching as she looked back and initially looked surprised, though soon looked more relieved as tears streamed endlessly from her eyes.

Ah! I'm so bad at writing for Shiraishi, but I hope it was all alright!

My first request and once again, I'm so sorry it took so long. There shouldn't be such a gap in future now that I'm back home and everything should be back to normal. , Neko (Open to suggestions for names lul)

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