#at first she’s just like ‘wow this guy is WEAK. maybe I can bully him into letting me plant a garden on his property’

[hawnks]

literally I have invented the most pathetic wet cat of a love interest for this fcking story, the main character doesn’t even think of him as a threat because he flinches when they make eye contact

#he’s terrified of murdering her on accident becuase he kills everything he touches but she doesn’t find that out until later #at first she’s just like ‘wow this guy is WEAK. maybe I can bully him into letting me plant a garden on his property’ #eventually Dorian gets SCARY but at first he’s like very jumpy and secluded #like a bug #squawk tag #no one asked but you have to deal with me chatting about my thingy <3 #my hands were made for wicked things wip

[queenoftheantz]

Top 5 Anime/Manga characters of all time and why?

oh wow hmmm....

Completely subjectively:

Oikawa Tooru (haikyuu!!)

Oikawa... he is just yknow. My Character. But I also often in my daily life have a little Oikawa in my head reminding me that my passion is my passion because it's fun and I love it. That talent and skill are intertwined but also not static or pre-determined, that I might not be as good as I think I should be, and I might never be, but if I don't try I definitely won't. Maybe I will reach my goal today, or tomorrow, or in 30 years. And I can do it at the pace and path that suits me. He speaks of all this AS WELL as the very bitter feelings that preceeds these revelations. I also really love his focus on facilitating others, of reaching potential together, of trust and faith in his team and their in him!

2. Marcille Donato (Dungeon Meshi)

Oh Marcille. (Manga spoilers here) Marcille started out so silly and to be honest? Annoying? Girly and anxious and squemish. But then you realise that these parts are absolutely true, but she is also determined and loyal and scared and unafraid and skilled. The firly and squemish becomes charming in contrast to her being excited to experience death and morally ambigious enough to use ancient magic or become a dungeon lord. And then you learn even more about her and her family, the way she grew up and how she probably is... pretty young, considering everything. The knowledge and life experience of someone being 40 maybe, but with the brain to handle it of a 19 year old... she is so afraid for everyone to die away and yet she cant help but love people! Isn't that lovely!? And as someone very afraid to lose my parents I really really feel for her relationship with her father. I think Marcille was a character who really illustrates the progression of tone in Dungeon meshi, represents the themes of the story so well, and really grew on me. Also gay. hi.

3. Shinji Ikari (Neon Genesis Evangelion)

I know people don't like this guy but he shaped me so much as a teen. I think his journey through lacking self-esteem and depression and self hatred is both fascinating, nuanced and in the end, encouraging! Imagine being offered to join humanity all as one, never feel rejected or alone again and then DESPITE all he has gone through, chosing to be yourself after all! And frankly I love that the show lets him be cowardly and weak and unsympathetic, it makes him more real and make his strong moments stronger. Also gay. hi

4. Mob (Mob psycho 100)

Mobs story is more low key, but I also enjoy a story about a young boy who FIRST has to find the motivation to improve himself, and THEN has to realise that improving yourself and being a good person does not necessarily mean to surpress any negative or strong emotions. Once again, a story about acceoting yourself, even the sides you have a hard time controlling and find off-putting or scary. And I think Mob gets to realise this in a silly and gently way!

5. Abe takaya (ookiku furikabutte)

Oh Abe. It's that one page. When he is explaining to Sakeaguchi his backstory with Haruna, and he is talking about it so casually, it's no big deal, but you can tell. "Everyone is afraid of pain". It makes my heart clench every time. It's his control-issues, his fast felling into caring about Mihashi as a person, but then slowly realising what that actually means. It's him being shocked by the smile, it's him doing anything to win, it's him not realising how mean he is. In a different story Abe would have been a bully. But fortunately for him Momoe and the team and Mihashi himself are not putting up with any of it and he slowly and also gently improves himself. I gotta catch up with oofuri. (also gay. hi)

Shout outs to: Hinata Shoyo (of course), Mihashi Ren (also of course), Edward Elric, Sophie (Howls moving castle movie), Reigen (im not immune), Tamaki (ohshc, sometimes i just think about him and hes so charming and fun and i relate), Kanamori (Keep your hands off Eizouken!, shes just. so cool. It's a fun show but every time shes on screen im blushing a bit shes just! Wow!), and the straight college student from one of my fave BL's who has to go on a personal journey to accept that he actually likes a man who's bigger and taller than him and has a big ass. Shoutouts to him too.

#antswers #Anonymous #recs

[charlietheepicwriter7]

High Priest, Pt. 2

From “The Many Akumatizations of Luka Couffaine.” 

The class was, for the most part, silent.

No one knew what to feel after yesterday, Juleka included. It was… Everything was fine, they were all hanging out, and then Lila mentioned that Marinette got out of trouble for bullying her, which was horrible, and… and…

Juleka didn’t know who pushed Marinette. She just knew that someone did. No one goes from backing away from a hoard of angry teenagers to crumpled at the bottom of concrete stairs by the Seine by yourself. And then Lila had said, 

“Wow, I can’t believe she’s faking being hurt. She has a lot of nerve after pushing me down the stairs. I didn’t make such a big deal out of it.”

And they all just left her.

But Marinette wasn’t faking. She’d seen it in Luka’s face when her parents had called him, saying that Marinette was in the hospital and that he needed to come, as her boyfriend (her boyfriend, Luka was her boyfriend, when Lila had told them Marinette had bullied her because of Marinette’s jealousy over how close she and Adrien were-). And now… 

And now…

The class was silent. 

Who was the guilty one, Juleka wondered. Not Lila, she had stood at the back of the group while they accosted Marinette. Not Adrien, who hadn’t gotten involved and hadn’t defended Marinette, a true neutral that wasn’t neutral at all. Not Chloe, who wasn’t even there and chatted away with Sabrina without a care in the world, unknowing or uncaring about their hospitalized friend. But Alya, but Nino, but Kim, but anyone… 

There was a murderer among them. 

A sharp trill of their phones went off, all of them at once. The akuma alert. Alya, who already had her phone out, was the first to shout. “There’s an akuma at Arc Hospital!”

Juleka paled. (“I’m going to Arc Hospital! Tell mom not to wait for me!”)

“Apparently it can transform the environment,” Alya gushed, like her best friend wasn’t in danger. No one noticed Adrien leaving with a rushed excuse about the bathroom - they were all used to his weak bladder by now. “That’s so cool! I’ve never seen an akuma do that before!”

“There might be a sentimonster along with it,” Nino pointed out. “Maybe on the hospital itself, and that’s why it transformed.”

“Oh, that makes more sense!” Alya replied, already packing up her bag. “I’m going to head to the sight; someone has to document the akuma!”

“I’ll go with you,” Nino said. 

The two were heading out the door, nothing too different, when Lila spoke up, shakily raising her hand. “C-Can I come too?” she asked. “It’s just… I’ve been so worried about Ladybug lately; akuma’s have been getting a lot stronger, so I just thought that I could be there for her, cheer her on?”

Alya looked nervous. “Well, actually-”

“That’s a great idea!” Rose gushed, like they didn’t have a friend in that specific hospital. “I’m sure Ladybug will defeat the akuma with her best friend by her side!”

“Yeah!”

“Hey, we should go too!”

“Ladybug will certainly feel empowered if an entire class cheers her on!”

“Sure. She’ll probably end up needing Queen Bee, if the akuma is that powerful.”

We shouldn’t do that, Juleka tried to say, only for the words to get stuck in her throat. Did they see that they were putting themselves in danger, potential hostages for the akuma? But no, they were blind. Lila led them like lemmings, encouraging them, saying “Yes, of course Ladybug would love that, we should all go!”

That’s how, despite her instincts, Juleka was forced into going to ground zero. At least she wasn’t the only one disliking the situation. Both Alya and Nino looked put out for some reason, and Chloe was just unhappy in general. 

The hospital had been transformed into a temple. “Aztec,” Rose whispered as they all stared up at the pyramid. “It looks… like those pictures from that research project Luka was doing.” Juleka nodded and suddenly had a horrible feeling about who exactly the akuma was. The stone looked rough, the mica a sandy-grey. Pictographs were carved into the stone, unlike any Juleka had ever seen, with each image growing more and more graphic in violence as the class climbed the pyramid together. They all… looked like people, she noticed.

The truly concerning factor, however, was the group of people that gathered at the bottom of the pyramid as the class trekked upward. But no one else set foot on the temple. They were utterly alone. 

There was only one entrance into the temple, a wide, gaping mouth of a door. Fire flickered inside the opening. Alya gave a shaky smile as she readied her camera. “Well, I guess we’re expected, right guys?” Her attempt at a joke fell flat as the class inched into the temple. 

The inside was covered in carvings, intricate and beautiful, painted and bright. Most of them depicted a beautiful dark-haired woman with a crescent moon on her forehead being worshiped. Was she the akuma? Some woman with a god-complex that turned the hospital into… this? Torches lined the walls, throwing dark shadows across the paintings. “They look like they’re moving,” Nathaniel whispered, enthralled as the class spread out, everyone looking around the interior. 

Alix frowned. “It doesn’t look very Aztec to me.”

At the center of the room was a glass altar. Or, more accurately, as Juleka approached it, a glass coffin. The frosted glass concealed the content’s identity at a distance, but up close, Juleka realized it was… “Marinette?”

That got everyone’s attention. Shocked gasps and exclamations filled the room. Alya pushed her way to the front. “What? No, it can’t be…”

Nino looked at the coffin nervously. “She can’t be akumatized, can she?”

“Of course not!” Alya spat back, coming to the defense of her comatose best friend. “She’s too strong to-”

Lila clung to Alya, cutting her off. “She was probably so upset that I revealed she was bullying me!” She wailed, the sound grating in the echoing expanse of the hall. “Oh, it’s all my fault that Marinette finally got akumatized!” For a moment, Juleka thought Lila sounded… vindicated? What?

“Cease your lies, Defiler of this hallowed place. -A strong, male, familiar voice boomed out, seemingly from nowhere-“Lest your accursed tongue wound the ears of our slumbering Goddess.”

From the shadows immerged a blue figure, dressed like a stereotypical Aztec priest. His skin, mostly his bare chest and face, was covered in black tattoos, like the line of triangles under his left eye and over his right. He wore a large, jeweled necklace that sparkled in the fire light, and feathers, dark blue and pink, trailed out of his short hair and down his back, past the linen skirt he wore to cover his modesty. 

It was obvious at first glance that the akuma was Luka. 

What was also obvious was the large, ceremonial knife in his hand. 

“Rejoice, heretics, non-believers, and renouncers of the faith,” the akuma said, looking down on their class with cold rage. “The day has come at last to join our Goddess in everlasting peace at her side. For I, the High Priest, have been given the sacred duty of awakening the Goddess of the Moon, the Melody of all Hearts, the Ever-Resting Queen… and it is with your blood that she will live again.”

Rose trembled at Juleka’s side. “Our… blood?” she whispered.

“Correct.” He could hear them, oh no, oh no… “Either through service or sacrifice, it matters little to me. Though my Goddess may wish for you to bleed through service, I care not so long as the blood is taken.”

“You…” Alya growled, then snapped, pointing at the High Priest. “Ladybug and Chat Noir will defeat you and save Marinette, you fiend. And if you think any of us are joining you, you’ve got another thing coming!”

“So, you have chosen death.” The room grew darker, the torches dimming. The High Priest’s eyes glowed neon blue. “Then may my Goddess have mercy on your fleeting soul…

“For I will have none.”

Taglist: @larasilvestris   @vixen-uchiha    

#lukanette #yandere luka couffaine #lila salt #class salt #ml salt #akuma luka #villain luka #original akuma #luka couffaine #the many akumatizations of luka couffaine #juleka couffaine #miraculous ladybug #mlb #miraculous fanfiction

[achairwithapandaonit]

when i finish writing my nejire-centric nejire and izuku senpai and kohai fic it’s all over for u people. emotionally. because writing nejire was sad somehow

anywayyy here are some snippets, because this fic is really fun to write and i’ve enjoyed working out how to characterise nejire,

Nejire Hado. Second year. Best friends with Mirio Togata and Tamaki Amajiki. They’re all very good with their quirks, though they didn’t place well in the recent sports festival.

When Nejire’s quirk first manifested, she couldn’t get a handle on it at all.

Wave Motion was volatile, setting off whenever she jumped up and down or waved her hands about in excitement. What followed afterwards was days full of sleep and worried adults catching her hands and bunching them into fists to keep the spiraling energy at bay.

“You can’t keep moving your hands like that,” Mama said one day, her bigger hands wrapped around Nejire’s. “I’m sorry, Nejire. I know you’re excited, but until we can get you to see a quirk counsellor, we’ll just have to be careful.”

Arms behind her back, hands clasping at her wrists - even now it’s a habit.

/

“Hey, hey, hey,” Nejire says, leaning around the corner of a building to catch a look at the fight going on in the alleyway. “What’re you doing that for? Why are you bullying that kid? That doesn’t seem very nice, you know. Maybe you should stop.”

It’s still bright and school let out a little while ago. 

Nejire had wanted to hang out with Mirio and Amajiki because even after a year having friends is still new and amazing. She really likes them both and they’re so weird and so much better than all her old classmates who were normal and not like her at all.

But Mirio’s grandma is visiting today. 

Nejire had wanted to come and meet her, and she’s pretty sure Mirio would have let her, but her classmates had taken her aside and said, “Those things are just for family, you know. It’s really cute that you want to join, but you have to think about others, Hado-chan.”

She’d smiled at them and said, “Oh, right! I get it now!”

She hadn’t gotten it, and she’d sat in a bathroom stall at lunch and cried more than a little. And when Mirio asked if she wanted to come see his grandma with him and Amajiki, she’d said that, actually, her mama wanted her home early today.

Mirio had frowned. He and Amajiki had both been disappointed.

Her classmates were wrong, probably.

/

“You okay?” Nejire asks, holding out a hand, ignoring the pained groaning behind her. She leans in, almost nose to nose with the kid. “You’re not seriously hurt, right? Do those guys hit hard? They didn’t really get a chance to hit me. They’re so weak. Hey, you’re looking a little pale. Are you oka-”

The kid squeaks. His cheeks flush.

Nejire blinks and waits.

“Y-y-y-you’re- the- UA-” he gets out. “Y-you’re- from the sports festival! You have an amazing quirk!”

It really seems to take a lot to say it, but as soon as it’s out the kid can’t seem to stop, flushing and mumbling and stuttering.

“T-the way you used it was s-so cool! A-and- Wow! I can’t believe- I mean,” A bruised hand wrestles through his hair. “You’re so cool and your quirk is so cool and I can’t believe I get to meet you! This- this- i-it-it’s so-”

The kid stops and gasps for breath, hands grasping at his chest.

“Woah!” Nejire says, impressed. “You talk a lot. Are you always like this?”

/

Izuku is really weird, which makes him interesting. Nejire doesn’t like normal people so much. She either gets to the end of her questions quickly and gets bored, or they snap at her for being too pushy.

While Izuku is twitchy and shifty, he answers all of her questions happily and even asks some of his own in between his mumbling.

“Is chocolate okay? Or do you like strawberry? Hey, what’s your favourite ice cream flavour?” Nejire asks once they get to the ice cream place.

Izuku fumbles with his hands, eyes cast to the ground. “I, uh...I like...uhm, well, anything is fine…”

“Which one’s your favourite, though?”

“M-matcha,” Izuku squeaks.

Nejire nods. “I don’t really like that flavour, but Mirio likes it - he likes lots of things. It’s too bitter for me, though, and Amajiki likes weird flavours, like squid ink and octopus.”

“A-Amajiki and M-M-Mirio?” Izuku asks, his eyes lighting up. “From the sports festival?”

“Yep!” Nejire says, popping the ‘p’. “They’re my friends!”

Just as she’s hoping, Izuku starts rambling about the two boys. It’s a great topic, cause Nejire knows a lot about them and Izuku wants to know about them and Nejire likes talking about the things she knows lots about.

/

She finishes off her ice cream (strawberry. She doesn’t have a favourite flavour, though most people do and that’s super interesting) and lets the spoon fall into her bowl with a clatter. Izuku pauses mid-sentence, spoon full of green ice cream held half-way to his mouth. He blinks.

“I’ve decided,” Nejire beams. “Let’s be senpai and kohai!”

The flustered wail that Izuku lets out is loud.

#this just in nejire is my favourite character now #and her relationship with izuku and their dynamic is beautiful even if it only exists in my head and writing #also im sure their classmates being like 'hey nejire don't bother mirio' will become a plot point #in which mirio beams at them and threatens to rearrange their internal organs #and amajiki tells them off while hiding his face against every available surface including nejire's shoulder and mirio's chest #because oh god he's talking to people this is the worst thing that's ever happened to him #anyway i can't wait for izuku to be like everyone calls me weak ): ): and nejire to be like well you are weak #you're really scrawny and you have no muscle can you even punch people i'll teach you how to punch people #bnha #mha #nejire hado #midoriya izuku

[vrisrezis]

aot characters having a crush + dating hcs (havent proof read sorry for any mistakes)

- she understands that there’s something that draws you to her, however doesn’t fully understand what it is at first

- it’s enough to make her be more interested in you rather than the yeagers

- she believes that it might be your strength that’s overwhelming (and if you have overwhelming strength she is convinced that’s what it is for awhile)

- it is until she sees how Niccolo and Sasha are with eachother does she actually realize that what she feels is love and attraction towards you

- upon realizing this, doesn’t know what to do at first

- she was originally professional, but often kept to your side and felt an odd protectiveness admiration towards you

- now, she was much more casual and more flirtatious

- while acting confident around you, she secretly got butterflies.. you made her ... nervous ..

- nonetheless flirting with you is often, sometimes going as far as to kiss your hand

- she wants to properly court you and get you to return her feelings. She’d feel really bad if you never felt the same. Especially since she isn’t as used to the feeling

- it takes a long time for her to finally ask you out officially, but she does and is pleased by your answer

- however being with yelena isn’t easy, she isn’t one to follow you around like a lost puppy

- she had her motivations, she’s a yeagerist. If you’re not okay with that she isn’t gonna care enough to bother to stay along.

- she feels bad of course, she loves you after all but still

- if she ever had to go against you it hurt her but she would also understand it just needs to be done

- when that mess is over though she is fine with just sticking by your side

- or if you join her it just makes your relationship stronger and better

- doesn’t like pda cuz people might think she’s weak but she’s very soft when you guys are alone though

- lots of smooches from her

- she loves to tease you as well, she can’t help it though..

- she says you’re just so cute she has to bully you a little (more like a lot)

- secretly wants you two to get married so one day she will purpose be prepared for it

- she knows it’s stupid but hey... she has some hope

- secretly feels lucky to be with you even if she doesn’t say it

- doesn’t say that she loves you as often as she’d like, which she feels bad for deep down

- she doesn’t always know how to be vulnerable and express herself, while yes it does happen it takes time

- in a way you are her safe space and you make her calmer

- in a way, you were her hope and her god more than zeke ever was.. and that’s because you allowed to her to feel freedom, to feel love and to feel being loved, you’re more of a god to her now more than .. anyone else

- so maybe she tends to be a bit too protective, and maybe she tends to be very short with others that wanna talk to you because she wants your attention, aaaand maybe she tends to go overboard for you because she believes you saved her...

- so maybe she shows she loves you through actions rather than words

(While I don’t like her in the romantic sense she is my second best girl so I felt it was almost necessary)

- having a crush is always complicated, especially when you’re a kid.

- when you’re a kid as stubborn and prideful as gabi though, it’s even more complicated.

- she doesn’t even realize she likes you either, she’s too into her own head. Too overconfident to think about other people and especially in that way .. she’s oblivious, even to her own emotions

- she can’t help but wanna be around you all the time though, that’s something not even she can ignore

- she tries to impress you often, she will do the dumbest shit just to get you to pay attention to her in some way

- she works harder than normal, falco notices that immediately and catches onto what’s going on

- she tries to act tougher around you, just better in general

- she gets protective of you, when she does something stupid and you follow along she gets really angry and doesn’t understand why

- eventually after a talk with falco, she realizes (finally) that she likes you but never knows how to approach something like that

- eventually works up to the courage to tell you how she really feels about you but it’s really rushed

- is very happy when you guys start dating though

- doesn’t know how relationships should go.. important to keep in mind it’s her first relationship and you guys are just kids

- everyone likes you guys together though

- often grabs your hand, as her way of trying to keep you protected

- she hates getting you involved in her messes but it happens very often and she feels bad about it like everytime

- the first time you kissed she was a blushy mess wow

- yeah you’re the only one that’ll make her so flustered like that

- and it’s easy too, all you gotta do is kiss her cheek, or hand, and she loses it

- she lets you do her hair every morning, ah so today you decided to do her normal look? With the ponytail with some hair down? Or maybe a full on ponytail? Or maybe a little braid, or maybe just leaving her hair down for the day? Yeah who knows! Really she doesn’t care you do her hair everyday now

- speaking of which likes you playing with her hair even if she doesn’t admit it or say much about it

- hugs are often from her but usually when nobody’s around, she’s been through a lot... especially for a 12 year old.. (probably you too), just hug it out y’all

- she has a problem saying that she loves you, not that she doesn’t but she feels almost scared to say it.. like maybe you don’t love her and just like her

- after all, you guys are young.. how would you even know what romantic love is?

- but deep down you both know that nobody else would ever in a million years make you guys feel how you two feel about eachother

- on multiple occasions thought of leaving this all behind with you and falco and just living in a forest or something together but she knows she wouldn’t be happy that way

- she was meant to fight, but she and you make a promise to try not to die in this shitty war

- she will brag about how amazing of a girlfriend she is, but also brag about how you’re a wonderful s/o and how everyone should be jealous of how happy she is

- you know how she screamed while those mfs were getting trampled? Yeah if anyone were to hurt you she screams that kinda crazy ...

- she’s just extremely protective and really doesn’t wanna lose you too:( she’s lost some close friends and she’s scared of losing you as well

- kinda just always sticks to you like glue

- Levi just refers to you as the brats s/o

- real talk though Sasha would’ve adored you guys and been your biggest shipper

- gabi gets embarrassed if anyone says how cute you guys are

( not interested in him romantically either but he is a fav)

- falco realizes quite quickly that he likes you, gabi loves to constantly remind him and tease him to hell about it which is so annoying to him ...

- while he worries about you .. way too often.. if you ever wanted to become a titan he is doing everything he can to make sure it doesn’t happen

- he is extremely blushy and flustered around you like at all times

- he can’t say for certain he’s in love, after all he’s a kid and he knows at that age he has no idea what that shit is but at the same time he’s never felt this way for anyone in his life and he doesn’t think he ever will

- protective of you, especially in battles. Would not hesitate to jump in front of you to save you and take any hits he can for you. He does this for gabi and still does. He’s a protective guy when it comes to you two

- he lacks the confidence to tell you how he feels, he is extremely shy with you

- eventually gabi eggs him on so much that he’s basically forced to ask you out

- he’s relieved you say yes

- he’s even more blushy around you though, and ends up panicking because he’s not sure how he should be around you..

- should he act different? Or the same? Yeah you get it

- he loves holding your hand though, while it does make him die on the inside it makes him happy and warm

- hug him and he will die

- kiss him and he will die like 10 times over

- seriously this boy can’t handle affection without having like a heart attack or something

- gabi just thinks it’s so hilarious

- sometimes gabi purposelessly gets you guys to kiss so he can just die

- he’s an awkward boy but he loves you ... yes he loves you

- he’s way too scared to say it though, what if it’s too soon, what if you laugh, etc.

- will genuinely get mad in a relationship now though if you still wanna be a titan.. before he kept it to himself but he believes he deserves a say now that you’re dating and really hates the idea of your life being shortened

- eventually he admits he loves you, he wants you to live a long life, he wanted you guys to get married someday

- he would have dreams, fantasies, about you guys getting married.. even before you were dating

- it’s how he realized his feelings

- he would have dreams about you all the time

- now he still does, but he can just visit you at night and be by your side

- if he can, he’d like to buy you things and overall spoil you

- or try to take you out on dates as often as he could

- everyone knew about his crush though if we’re being honest he is obvious as fuck

- he would be too shy to hug you, but secretly wants a big hug from you give him a hug you both have been through it

- secretly a clingy boy don’t comment on it he will die

- he just wants to keep you safe and protect you please let him protect you

- she’s a bit of a tsundere let’s be real! She can be a bit mean at times and brush you off

- or just relentlessly tease you

- however she cares about you, she wanted you to live a long life and not get yourself involved in this fucked up shit

- that’s why she for the longest time wanted you in the military police

- and why it’s so obvious to everyone else that she likes you

- she eventually admits her feelings thanks to marlo and she is forever grateful to him for it even after him being gone

- hand holding is often, and gives you a big kiss on the cheek usually

- she’s not shy about her relationship, she wants everyone to know. She doesn’t see it as weakness

- besides she lost an important friend, she wants you to know you’re important to her and that she isn’t ashamed of you or to be with you.

- enjoys teasing you in general, sometimes will tease and call you a perv even if you’re so obviously not being one she loves to embarrass you

- often feels worried whenever she can’t be with you

- she often freaks herself out and thinks something bad might’ve happened to you

- she always tries to be respectful of you and your boundaries, while this is a normal thing to do she really gets worried about overstepping ever and will apologize even when she doesn’t have to

- something about you just makes her more soft and more worried she’s doing something bad or wrong

- protective gal that will kick anybody’s ass for you to keep you safe

- in the world you live in though, kinda necessary isn’t it?

- she tries to take you on dates and even if it isn’t always a common occurrence she tries her best

- kinda wants to baby you sometimes but she also knows how annoyed she’d be if you did so

- she just cannot help but act like a mom sometimes to you, especially if you don’t know how to take care of yourself

- now that you’re dating flirting with you is quite common, she likes to flirt !

- especially if it makes you flustered, all of a sudden she’s a huge flirt now

- overall you make her nervous and flustered, so she wants you to feel the same

- totally used to gush about you to like Annie before you guys started dating, she couldn’t help it! Thankfully Annie found it amusing

- still even after all these years swoons over you like damn how are you so attractive

- still tries to convince you to stop fighting within the survey corps if she can but she knows she can’t at this point with how long it’s been going on you’ve clearly had your mind made up for awhile now

- she wants to start a family with you but doesn’t know how to tell you

- honestly just wants a normal life with you she loves you so much

- (btw, y’all end up having kids named Sasha and marlo <//3)

- she hates the idea of you dying it’s something she thinks about extremely often and she gets nightmares

- she tries to keep that from you, honestly she tries to make herself look strong in front of you like all the time

- she eventually opens up doe

- give her cuddles and hugs ;( plz

- oohhh boy here we go

- if falco was bad enough well here’s armin

- motherfucker dies if you even look his way

- he’s so blushy and so nervous, he cannot help it

- he would eventually get comfortable around you though, and would often talk to you about the sea and things he wanted to explore with you together

- or read books for you to fall asleep to

- it made him happy when you did though, it meant you were comfortable enough to fall asleep around him

- if you ever teased him he wouldn’t know what to say and would just stutter and not get his words out

- in general stutters around you from time to time he can’t help it you make him so nervous

- he told you how he felt of course because of mikasa and eren

- when you guys started dating though, he still didn’t know how to go about romance as it was entirely new to him.

- in a relationship? Not a protective guy let’s be real you’re the one protecting him half the time and he always feels embarrassed about it

- he gets worried easily though, if you’re fighting and tend to be reckless.. it’s easy to be overprotective of a rather weak boy so it’s likely he’s constantly worrying about you .. yeah

- more courage now that you’re dating so if you tease him he may stutter but at least he’ll try to defend himself a bit better

- loves giving you cheek kisses

- shy boy is not for pda but if you wanted it who is he to deny

- likes holding your hand, loves when you hold his hand... man he just loves you so much please

- he probably spent a lot of time talking about you to Annie

- he’s thought about starting a family with you but truly cannot bring himself to talk to you about it, in the world you’re in and the place he holds .. he will just have to wait

- while a smart person, you are somebody he will go to for advice from time to time

- mostly though, he wants to be somebody you can rely on

- spoils you, my god he is such a simp he can’t help but spoil you

- sometimes you’re a distraction he will just stare at you and when he gets caught he’s so embarrassed

- like armin is so obviously in love with you wtf

- he likes being hugged a lot

- often lays his head on your lap and falls asleep he finds it calming

- he’s very sweet, and calls you sweetheart or honey

- he likes to just remind you how much he loves and cares for you, he never wants you to forget.. even if it makes him blushy and embarrassed

- hitch totally teases him about how lame and mushy he can be when it comes to you

- you’re his biggest motivation to finish this war for good

- also he is quite insecure in a relationship but he’s generally insecure asf just reassure him <//3

- what a sweet gal! She loves spending time with you, talking to you about random shit like how your day was and whatnot

- sometimes complains to you about how tough the day was or how hard Levi made her work lol

- or about all the cleaning

- she tells eren about you quite often and even somebody as dumb as eren catches onto her feelings for you

- she’s aware of her feelings.. or eventually becomes aware of them

- she’s not sure initially what to do with them, she’s young but she’s not an idiot and she understands that loving somebody in this line of work isn’t ideal

- she hasn’t truly experienced what others have though, she doesn’t understand the full extent

- so she allows herself to selfishly tell you how she feels

- she’s glad you return them, and if you weren’t already in Levi squad you are now as you show to be an important asset

- often you two will clean together and spend as much time as you can, you keep your relationship mainly secretive

- it’s unprofessional and besides you two might be separated due to Levi’s order

- it’s just best to say you work better together, which you do btw

- while her father believes she’s too young to marry, he does like you nonetheless

- she’s always embarrassed when he brings up the marriage thing and how she’s still young

- the idea of getting married to you just makes her flustered and drives her crazy that’s all

- not for pda, again your relationship is a secret

- Levi catches on, he could care less

- holds your hand mainly, kisses your hand, caresses it ... she loves your hands please

- often jokes around with you, she always did but moreso now that you’re dating

- she likes to tease you a bit but it’s all in good fun, plus bonus points if you get flustered

- she wants to brush and do your hair in the morning (yes even if short)

- she lets you brush and do her hair too though

- in a modern au would totally be the type to make you music playlists and have you listen to them but okay

- she finds comfort in being around you, even in her worst times

- which would’ve saved her tbh

- she tries not to think too much about the future, or a future that could be without you.. she just wants to live in the present with you for now and pretend everything’s gonna be okay

- she’s (mainly cuz of her father) had thoughts about having a normal life with you and getting married and having kids

- she knows that can’t happen, not for a long time :(

- clings to your arm a lot

- she’s good at comforting you

- she’d do anything to keep you from being moody or sad

- she’s also very sappy sometimes

- blushy boy, anytime he’s around you his entire face is filled with an enormous blush that anybody can notice

- while people might not notice things about bertholdt they can at the very least notice his rather obvious crush on you

- if you haven’t made a move by now you either wanna see him do it himself or your oblivious as fuck

- lots of stutters

- probably sweats a little tbh

- stares at you constantly, it’s hard not to notice and Reiner comments on it quite a bit

- if you’re a soldier he definitely feels guilty, but considers taking you back home with Reiner (kinda like ymir with historia)

- he tells you how he feels finally because Reiner keeps egging him about it

- he’s a blushy mess as he confesses, but he’s happy that you say yes

- in a relationship he can be insecure at times, he doesn’t think highly of himself so it’s to be expected

- just reassure him:(

- of course you would know about his secret if you’re a soldier, and you’d have to be okay with it and not expose him. Of course he’ll say his side of the story and all that. It’s likely you take his now

- he’s still a blushy nervous ... and rather obvious boy

- sometimes he just wants to hold your hand but is too shy to but he’s so obvious about it since he keeps staring

- just take this mf hand already

- he’s too shy for a lot of things tbh

- also side note if you’re really short like historia that is so funny to him but he doesn’t say it out loud

- will absolutely swoon if you touch or play with his hair, first of all you’re probably too short to reach his hair so it’s not a common occurrence (or if not, always in public), but also because nobody’s done that before it makes him feel so loved

- after dating for awhile and being a bit more confident he is the type to say I love you often, he can’t help it because he genuinely does love you but sometimes is scared it’ll lose its meaning because he says it so often

- is extremely protective actually, light cause him to make some grave mistakes on the battlefield because of how protective he can be of you

- you in general got him swooning

- he likes to cook for you (back at home?)

- in general would love to just spoil you

- if you do the same he dies

- if you ever compliment him, big blush on his face

- honestly can’t help but talk about you to Reiner, Reiner likes hearing about it though and he’s not annoyed by it because Reiner is a sweet boy that likes hearing his friend be happy

- while he likes you laying on him, likes laying on you more, like your lap or something ..

- he’s a big cuddle baby he wants to be held despite being so tall he is just.. please

- he wants to protect you during the day but at night just wants to feel safe and protected in your arms

- if you were ever threatened, if you are attacked and etc he is gonna be yelling he ain’t going down without a fight

- you make his brain short circuit and you make him stupid

#yelena x reader #snk x reader #aot x reader #attack on Titan x reader #bertholdt x reader #gabi x reader #falco x reader #hitch x reader #armin x reader #petra x reader

[cassanovancats]

felicitate. one.

WARNING: JJK spoilers. canon-typical violence.

prologue < current > two

Nov. 2016

“Didja hear about the new transfer student starting today?” Panda asked, poking his head into your room. You push him out of the doorway and lead the way outside where you collect Inumaki and Maki to walk to class together.

You hummed slightly before answering, “Not really. Nii-chan said he wanted to surprise us with him.”

“He stuffed four - four, you guys! - of his classmates into a locker.”

“Killed them?” Maki asks, shifting her weapons case to sit higher on her shoulder. Inumaki leans over, interested.

“Nope! Only ‘severe’ injuries,” Panda explains, using his claws to make quotation marks around the word severe.

“I wonder what his lineage is. If he’s a transfer then he probably doesn’t have an inherited technique. Maybe we both can train together!” Your steps get a little lighter at the thought of adding to your harem. Maki glares at you as if she heard your thoughts and gives an audible hmph.

“If he’s cocky about being the strongest at some bumpkin junior high, I’ll rough him up.” Maki declares. “I bet you’re too tired to even train today, (y/n).”

“Salmon.”

You gasp dramatically. “Even you, Toge-kun? I can’t believe my favorite partner would do me like that. You both know it’s a Monday, I only did five kilometers this morning, thank you very much. And if you would actually join me sometime, you would understand that’s an easy distance.” You toss your hair and point your nose upward sarcastically.

Inumaki rolls his eyes, “Bonito flakes.”

“What he said,” Maki nods. “It's bad enough you convinced Gojo we have to run laps to warm-up before training.” You pout at such blatant rebuffs. Another failed attempt to get a workout buddy. Not that any of your classmates were weak, quite the opposite, they just kept training to what they saw as most essential - cursed techniques and fighting.

“You wouldn’t want them on your run anyways,” Panda says, trying to cheer you up, “You’d just leave them in the dust and end up alone on your trail anyways.” You chuckle at the annoyed noise Maki makes and move to enter the classroom first. As always, you claim the desk furthest from the door and closest to the window. Inumaki sits next to you, a habit from when you both met as children at clan meetings, Maki next to him, and Panda by the door.

You toss your jacket across the back of your chair and breathe in relief. The terrible things were so heavy and while it was great in the winter, November was still too hot to be covered in fabric. You smooth your skirt across your thighs to cover more skin and turn to ask Inumaki a question about the homework when Satoru slams the door of the classroom open. “Transfer student incoming! Let’s get this party -,” he trails off seeing the bored look on everyone’s face, “-started? (y/n), explain why you’re not totally pumped.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Are you asking as my brother or my teacher right now?”

“I heard he’s a punk. I have no interest in being nice to that kind of guy.” Maki interrupts.

“Salmon.”

Satoru pouts when you nod and Panda remains silent. “Whatever.” he turns and cups his hand around his mouth to yell at the closed door. “Come on in now!”

A deep sense of dread settles in your stomach when the door inches open. You and Inumaki share a look and he is already reaching to push up his sleeve and pull down his zipper. The boy who walks in is hunched in over himself and would be cute if not for the enormous curse hanging onto his back. The monster sneers with elongated teeth over his shoulder while he makes his introduction. Although neither makes an offensive move, every student makes one choreographed movement to circle around him in a defensive measure. Maki thrusts her blade into the blackboard behind Yuta Okkotsu. “Don’t you know you’re cursed?” She sneers at him down the staff, “We learn about curses here. It’s not a place for people who are cursed.”

Satoru doesn’t move an inch when he begins the spiel you’ve heard a million times: where curses originate, how sorcerers exorcise them, and how Jujutsu High trains each generation of sorcerers. It’s clear he didn’t explain this to Yuta, as the already pale boy becomes almost translucent. You take a step back, still hesitant about what must be a special-grade curse, but trusting that your brother would never endanger you. Well, at least not to the point of possible death. If he brought Yuta to your class, there must be a reason.

But then two giant arms emerge from the blackboard to grab Maki’s weapon from her hands. An ominous voice that makes you suddenly nauseous warns, “Don’t bully Yuta!” The arms swipe your friends onto their backs in one smooth movement. Panda thumps against the wall and Inumaki slides across the floor, hitting his head on an upturned desk. Maki stumbles backwards, shocked at the easy strength of the curse.

“Stop!” The technique you borrowed from Inumaki forces everyone in the room to freeze and you fall to your knees coughing, suddenly exhausted. Your brother breaks your hold and moves away from where he leaned against his desk when he first entered the room to offer you a hand. You stand on shaky legs as he explains how Yuta came to be cursed. Satoru allows you to clasp both hands onto the one still supporting you, allowing his technique to be borrowed and releasing the hold you had on your classmates.

You move to stand with them in solidarity as they gather to their feet. Maki takes the role of your pillar, allowing you to stand slightly behind her and grip the back of her jacket, while Inumaki hands you a cough drop from his pocket. You nod a thanks, still unable to speak. God, you need to train with his technique more. He can get at least three strong commands out before being incapacitated.

“They’re going through a rebellious phase, so let me introduce everyone. First is my precious lil sister, Gojo (y/n). She copies techniques by touch, so ignore how handsy she gets.” Satoru smiles and winks behind his blindfold, “Maki Zen’in. Cursed tool user; she uses special tools to exorcise curses. Cursed speech user Toge Inumaki, (y/n) copied his technique in that little show. His vocab is limited to rice ball ingredients. And Panda.” He points at each of you as he travels down the line. Yuta moves to join where the four of you had previously stood united against him. “Wow! Five first years! That's the biggest class in a while. Yaga must be so jealous the great Gojo-san can recruit so many talented young ones.” Satoru mimes wiping a tear from his blindfolded eyes and you roll your own at his self-praise. Yuta nervously (maybe curiously? nervous is the most common reaction) eyes Panda.

By now, you can mostly stand on your own, but gesture for another cough drop from Inumaki. He indulges you, though reluctantly. You make a mental note to buy a pack to refill both your own and his pocket stashes. But first, an afternoon practical where you’re paired with your brother. A pairing which means you two will just take the Gojo family card for a trip around whatever district you’ll be traveling to. Not that you’d ever complain about that. Inumaki and Panda are paired together, which leaves Maki and the new kid. Yuta moves to stand in front of Maki (and you, by default, since you’re still slightly hidden behind her) and says quietly, “I’m, uh, looking forward to working with you.” He manages a shaky smile.

Maki narrows her eyes. “You were bullied, right?” He visibly shakes but doesn’t respond. “Thought so. You’re totally bully-able. Probably because of the curse. You act like such a good person but it feels fake; it feels gross. You’re being protected, why act like a victim?” You elbow her side with a frown but she carries on. “I bet you’ve been passive your whole life. No goals. No aspirations. Jujutsu High ain’t that easy.”

Panda takes a step to stand firmly next to Yuta and places a giant paw on his shoulder. “That’s enough, Maki.” Inumaki agrees sternly.

“Fine. Whatever,” she scratches at her head, embarrassed at being reprimanded by each of her classmates. She is the first one to leave the room, not waiting for Gojo’s dismissal. Not like each of you don’t know the routine for missions.

The class begins to trickle out slowly and you hesitate before grabbing Yuta’s wrist to tug him gently back into the room. “I wanted to apologize. Maki isn’t always nice, but I promise she’s one of the kindest souls I know. I’m glad you joined our class, Yuta-san.” You smile in a way you hope reassures him. You walk away quickly, hoping to still have time to grab a pair of shorts from your dorm. You think you might just let a curse kill you if you have to fight in a skirt again after accidentally flashing your underwear at Panda last mission. Due to leaving so fast, you miss the sight of Yuta’s frozen body burning up in a deep blush.

The six of you arrive at an elementary school without any more fights in the car. Just a thick, awkward silence. Yuta seems sweaty and is constantly wiping his palms on his pants as the group approaches the building. Gojo-sensei gives the usual mission brief, explaining how children have recently started going missing and two curses are responsible. Team Panda will be responsible for one, Team Maki for the other. “And what will Team Gojo be doing?” Maki asks, raising a sarcastic eyebrow.

“Keeping an eye on the perimeter, of course! (y/n), if you will.” You nod and begin the chant to create a curtain.

“W-what is that? it’s turning to night!” Yuta yells.

“That is a curtain. It’ll make you guys invisible to the outside world and reveal the curses inside.” Gojo-sensei pats Yuta reassuringly on the shoulder. You follow him to stand outside of the curtain. Before it closes your classmates in, Gojo adds, “Don’t go dying on us now.”

You snort and hit your brother's arm. “You shouldn’t scare him like that. Poor boy looked like he was going to faint. So, are we leaving or actually keeping an eye on them?”

“I’m curious about how Rika will react when Yuta is in actual danger. Let’s wait,” he replies. You nod and move to sit cross-legged on the hood of the car while Satoru leans against the side. “...This also gives time for your precious Nii-chan to catch up on gossip. Has sweet Toge caught onto your crush yet?”

You flush and cross your arms across your chest. Moving to angle your body away from him, you pout and petulantly say, “There’s no crush. We’re just good partners. He's the only one of my classmates I can actually take a technique from, so of course I spend time training with him!”

Satoru smiles and hums, “No need to be so defensive. You know I approve if there was a crush though, right?” You just nod, relieved he was letting it drop so easily. “Although, your poor brothers might get jealous if we get even less time with you. We’re your best partners ever, after all.”

“Of course, Nii-chan. You know Team Gojo is undefeatable,” you say. Suddenly, both of you startle and whip your heads towards a point behind the curtain. Even without copying Satoru’s six-eyes, you can see the sudden burst of cursed energy. The wave of power makes you so nauseous, you turn your head and gag slightly.

“Freaky,” Satoru chuckles. “So that's the true identity of special grade cursed spirit Rika Orimoto. Women sure are scary.”

“If he lost control of her, something must be wrong,” you hop up from your seat and step forward to dismiss the curtain.

Yuta steps through the curtain right as your hand reaches out to dash the veil away. The sight startles you. He's covered in the usual grime from missions but it’s how he collapses on top of two children he obviously carried out and the unconscious Maki draped over his back that scares you. You move to untangle the limbs and check Maki for injuries while Satoru steps forward, in teacher-mode again, and says, “Welcome back. You did it.”

You stick your hand out impatiently gesturing for the first aid kit kept in the car. When Gojo places it in your hands, you rush to tourniquet Maki’s leg where there’s an obvious gouge in the flesh. Gojo continues to talk with Yuta, likely a debrief, while you move onto the two children. Neither has any wounds that you can treat - they’re obviously cursed but that requires Auntie Shoko’s technique. You report all of this to your brother and he instructs the driver to be sure to take everyone back to school. He tells you to be sure to help ‘Ieiri-san’ with the children, and while you wrinkle your nose at the formality (Auntie Shoko has never separated her role in your personal life from her role in your training), you easily agree. With some effort and not much help from an exhausted Yuta, you manage to get all four into a car. You slide into the passenger seat and nod to signal the driver to start the car.

After copying her reversed healing cursed technique, the pair of you don’t take long to heal the children and Maki. Maki regained consciousness while you were working on her, nearly kicking you in the face. She gave you a short debrief of what had happened and, knowing she was now okay, you took great delight in teasing her for messing up her first chance to impress your new classmate. “Oh man, Toge-kun is going to love this. I can't believe Miss ‘I’ll rough him up’ got swallowed! You completely fucked up a first impression,” you cackled and dodged her kick. Shoko gave you an exasperated look from across one of the kid’s hospital beds.

“Leave my patients alone, (y/n). Go tell your idiot brother everyone is fine.”

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#felicitate #cass.writes #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #inumaki x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #inumaki x reader x yuta #female!reader #jjk spoilers #jjk volume 0 spoilers

[lokislittlesigyn]

// loki spoilers

This is basically a huge infodump on my thoughts about the first episode, because I doubt y’all want to sift through my trauma-ridden ramblings. I’ll make another post for the rest. This is just everything not related to the IW stuff/my reaction to that. It’s general thoughts, theories, musings.

1. When Loki gets first taken into the TVA. Is that Peggy Carter in the background? Others have suggested it might be. What would that mean??? Will we see the TVA fix the mess the Russos made with Steve/Peggy (not likely) or is it just a lookalike? Who knows..

2. A skrull at the main intake desk! Idk not super relevant just interesting!

3. I’m kind of glad they changed the... uncomfortable scene... with the robot burning his clothes off. He gets more time to react to seeing the machine itself, and he seems more shocked (”Now.. H-hang on just a minute.”) than angry (”Now hang on just a minute!”) i still feel.. horrible for him, i’m glad nobody Saw him and that the machine didn’t grab the clothes off, but still. Ehhh.. uncomfortable.

He is beautiful though, don’t get me wrong - I’d just prefer a shirtless Loki scene where he wants to be shirtless? let him do what he wants with his body?? he’s probably felt so out of control of his body, from being jotun to falling through space that any invasion of privacy like that hits extra deep...

That being said, I recognize the utility of the scene for the narrative - his lack of control, his literally being stripped of what he was before.

4. WHO IS THE MAN WITH THE CAT. What is his name. I love that he has a mug with his cat on it. But I want to know more. Who is he?

4.1 WHY DIDNT YOU LET LOKI PET THE CAT Please,,, I am begging you,,, let loki pet the cat and have something react kindly to him and purr all happily at his scratching behind their ears plea s e

5. The info sheet. Now this is just a little nitpicky tidbit, but in a previous promo they listed Loki’s height as 6′4 ft and weight as 525 lbs. This is taken directly from the comics if I’m not mistaken. However, in the actual show he’s listed as  6′2 (Tom’s height and Loki’s presumed height) but I don’t remember if his weight is the same. Is Loki 6′2? 6′4? please let me know i want to know how smol i am in comparison

6. His little aggressive shaking of the ticket at the guard makes me giggle each time.

7. The fact the turnstile hits so low on him reminds me,, I am short compared to him. Those things hit my stomach/waist. That one hit his legs. I am once again asking Loki to pick me up.

8. The cartoon with Miss Minutes introducing the TVA is wonderful, I love the art style especially. But it raises questions about Variants... I guess Variants can just, pop out of nowhere? Any action could be the wrong one? And then once you commit the wrong action you either get returned or pruned? Yikes??? And THIS ties into another thing later!

9. The trial scene. I have a hunch - a feeling, a suspicion. That one of three things may be true.

A. The Time-Keepers never actually existed. They’re fabricated, and now whoever runs the TVA is actually using the excuse of “The Time-Keepers decree it so!!!” to carry out whatever They think is right. The fact we haven’t seen the Time-Keepers makes me.. suspicious...

B. The Time-Keepers existed, but they have since passed on, however that may have happened. Now someone is doing the same as above, using the excuse of the Time-Keepers apparent dictations to run things.

C. The Time-Keepers do exist, and do run the timeline/TVA, but maybe they’re not infallible? Maybe the TVA info video is lying or incomplete in some way? Idk I just feel like, something about the TVA and how they run things has to be wrong. It has to? Something is off. Again, this will tie into another thought later...

I have no idea if any of these are actually true! But Loki’s questions of “Who’s in charge here? What do they do? What do you do?” punctuated by laughter leads me to believe he’s suspecting something too, or perhaps just trying to figure this mess out.

10. Seiðr/Magic. We see in this scene, Loki’s magic (”powers”) don’t work in the TVA. (and a quick side note, did he have to Flex like that? do you have to make me see Loki’s bare arms Flex like that? be still my heart. anyway please get that collar off of him and let him rest for five minutes) This makes me wonder.. Why isn’t Loki in his Jotun form? His pale skin and blue eyes are decided by magic, are they not? I suppose this is 2012, so perhaps Odin’s magic is keeping Loki looking like that. But if magic doesn’t work in the TVA, why would his spell reach so far? Clearly Loki’s magic isn’t what’s doing it. How is Loki not appearing as a Jotun? Is his Jotun form repressed - is pale skin his default now, rather than something hidden by magic? I need answers!

11. he sounds so scared about being “reset” please dont hurt him,,

12. cALLING LOKI A PUSSYCAT? (lokitty confirmed) I think Mobius was goading him (Mobius strikes me.. As extremely clever. He’s trying to push Loki’s buttons to see who he’s dealing with. At least, I hope so. Because if he really meant that “You were born to cause pain and suffering and death... All so that others can achieve the best versions of themselves.” and that line about killing Frigga??? No no no he is not guilty. He had no way of knowing what would happen. It wasn’t right to send Algrim up to Asgard (i think algrim wouldve found the way up anyway) but there was no intent to hurt Frigga. I really hope you’re trying to goad him, Mobius, because if you believe that I trust you much less. anyway i digress) but wow is he pushing Loki’s buttons a lot. I can’t... Blame him entirely, I understand he’s trying to make sure Loki’s on his side, maybe I’m just too soft for Loki idk. But some of that was very cruel to say. /:

12.1 AND ANOTHER THING ABOUT MOBIUS. That scene with the girl in the church?? Did that little girl kill the men? Is that young Sylvie? Or is she using an illusion to make herself look young and innocent? What’s going on!!!!

13. LOKI SNATCHING THE LITTLE TIME-TWISTER DEVICE AND STOWING IT IN HIS POCKET.... POCKET....... sorry sometimes i get so caught up about loki that i just say random words in between little noises and squeals,,, i am a silly thing

14. CASEY. CASEY??? That whole exchange is funny. Poor Loki, just trying to intimidate this guy so he can escape but - Casey doesn’t know what a fish is. to be fair.... thor doesn’t seem to know what a raccoon is... right?

15. That bit with the infinity stones is kind of funny until you realize

A. Natasha died for a paperweight

B. Tony died from paperweights

C. Loki was tortured for paperweights

D. Oh, and Gamora died for a paperweight too. And Vision. Need I go on?

Then it becomes less of exclusively “haha funny” and now it’s a mix of funny and pain and gosh, is that a good way to sum up being a Marvel/Loki fan sometimes...

16. Loki gazing at the timeline all “Is this the most powerful thing in the universe?” or something, i’m sorry i don’t remember exactly... made me think of a meme and i shall make it presently.

17. I love that Loki got to see examples of how his family loves him but the fact he’s all “I can’t go back.” really just breaks me. It’s like he can finally see they love him after all of this mess, and now he doesn’t have the chance. Please, please let him be happy. Give him some relief. This is the Loki that just came off finding out about being Jotun, falling from the Bifrost, encountering Thanos, attacking Earth, facing defeat, and now he’s being thrashed around in this wild place and has just found out he inadvertently caused Frigga’s death (he did not kill her: his actions, by mistake, lead to her murder, let me be very clear) AND Odin will die AND all the rest... And he wants to be with them.

18. Loki’s reaction to Thor suggesting the hug makes me soft. Please I want to hug this little mischief man so so so bad-

19. Skipping over the iw parts! That’s for another post because this one will be grossly long anyway.

20. “I don’t enjoy hurting people.” and “It's part of the illusion. It's the cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear. A desperate play for control.” was all so, so validating. I’ve been trying to argue on Loki’s behalf for almost a solid decade. Seeing the show recognize that Loki’s not all just violence and hurting for “fun”, that he’s not unhinged and bloodthirsty.. Is so nice. It’s just so, so comforting. and it gives me hope for future episodes that they won’t go the route of “oh haha loki bullied and mistreated and stabbed thor for years!!! :)” loki cries during basically every fight with Thor and you want me to believe he stabs Thor for fun? absolutely not.

21. Theory.. Just another hunch.. So we know a fugitive variant, aka Loki, is running amok. Refer back to 8 and 9.C. What if the Time-Keepers never actually fixed the timeline into a single timeline? What if there are other timelines, and these different Loki variants have hopped over to the current one? Or, maybe the Time-Keepers did fix the timeline into a single one, and these Lokis are remnants from that huge time-war at the beginning? Time runs differently in relative spaces, they may have Just Left that war from their perspective!

I say Lokis and not Loki because we’re pretty sure there’s Female/Lady Loki, Old Man/King Loki, and possibly Young/Kid Loki. That’s at least three. From the peeks of Asgard and NYC we’ve seen from the trailers, I think we’re also getting an Asgardian King!Loki and Midgardian King/Vote!Loki. (unless our dearest variant is hopping into timelines and situating into them, but I doubt Mobius would let that happen..?) That’s five.

To further support this, keep in mind, I believe recently six (i think 6 regular and 6 rare...) different funko pops were announced for the series? I’m not sure if they’re in addition to the Loki and Mobius already released. If they are, there’s enough room for each Loki and maybe a TVA agent. One of the pops is supposed to have a buddy/companion I think? Maybe they’re making the cat guy into one, or maybe there’s something else (Throg, anyone?).

22. That is totally Lady Loki/Sylvie at the end by the way. Has to be. But why does she want the reset devices? Why did she snatch that TVA Hunter? Again, WHAT’S GOING ON

ANYWAY this was a very long post if you made it this far, I commend you.

#no proofread only post #long posts about loki #loki #loki series #loki spoilers #sigyn says WORDS #SPOILER HEAVY

[gone-daddy-gone]

Pairing: Villian! Kiribaku x reader

Word count: 4,752

Rating: Mature! (noncon/dubcon, anal/ vaginal penitration. oral. refrences to kiddnaping. slight yandere) Violence, mentions of death. I DO NOT CONDONE THESE ACTIONS IN REAL LIFE THIS IS FANTASY, NOT REALITY. All characters aged up.

Genre: Smut, slight Yandere, perhaps?

DT: @writerbyaccident and their fics here (1), and here (2), and @the-grimm-writer piece here

                                    Tag team. 

 Being a pro hero is all fun and games until you run into Bakugou Katsuki and Eijirou Kirishima. The two were an absolute power house couple. Kirishima’s hardening quirk made it so he never got hurt by his overzealous partner. Something that only bonded them stronger. 

 You had heard they both wanted to be heros at one point, and now look at them, the biggest douches in the world. Or you could call them villains. Either one worked really. They take whatever they want, or whoever they want whenever they want. The two were a disgusting tag team. You didn’t want to think about what they did to those who were unlucky enough to not escape their grasp. 

 Your job was simple. Take out a few bad guys, make some kiddies smile and go about your day. You trained hard, but not so much to the point where you were too big of a hero. You had been raised to be grateful for what you have and if you get blessed with more, then the lord had smiled upon you. 

 However, you find it increasingly difficult to be thankful in your current situation. Feet pounding on the ground, chest heaving up and down, throat sore from breathing so fast and hard. The explosions and objects being thrown at you didn’t comfort you in the slightest bit either. 

 “Get back here!” The loud one yelled from the top of his lungs, explosions propelling him even closer. 

 “Common now! You gotta be tired sweetie!” The red one commented, while a street lamp was thrown your way. 

 You of course were of the right mind, and were not gonna respond. 

 You weren’t even sure how you got in this situation, really. 

 You were on patrol for one of the smaller cities, mostly old people and families occupied this city. When you arrived, there was no sound. Everyone was gone, nobody was out at the park like they usually were. The bakery, old Mrs. Moniko ran was closed. The eerie feeling of danger began to settle into your tummy. 

That’s when you saw it, a kid, and she was crying. She was peering at you through blinds, wiping her face of the snot and tears. You began to walk towards her, acting on impulse to a child in need. 

 She viciously shook her head. 

 Causing you to be more worried, the next step was to pick up the pace. You always did have a weak spot for kids. But the closer you got, the better a view of her mouth you got. 

She was mouthing something. 

None? Mom? Done?… and if on cue it hits you, the cold feeling of fear. The realization dawned, mixed with the need to protect.

 “Run.”

 Before you had much of a chance to do anything, you heard a thundering voice call out to you. 

 “What do you think you’re doing here, hero?” It was Katsuki. It was the first time you ever got a good look at him, in person at least. He was tall, and built. You felt guilty in admitting to yourself that if it wasn’t for his scowl, he would have been attractive. 

 “Well, I could ask you the same question, villain.” Your attempts to sound cool and brave were coming off more like a bratty kid. Even you can tell that. 

 “Tsk… Kiri? Why don’t you tell the girl what we’re lookin’ for?” Your eyes widened in fear. They couldn’t be together right now, why were they together right now? Of all the villains to run into, why did it have to be that team? The stories of how they like to take their time reverberated in your mind. 

 “Bakubro!!!” You frantically looked around for the red head. It was a mistake on your amateur part, they knew they had you right where they wanted you. He came out of the shop, hardening himself and bursting through the wall. You couldn’t help but gulp at that flashy way to make you feel scared. A cheap move, but subtle enough to get the fear growing. And they could smell it. 

 “Well we’re looking for money. Gold, drugs, whatever these nice rich people have.” He said to Bakugou before laying his eyes on you. “Wow and who do we have here? What’s your hero name again?” He smiled and cocked his head, just so that he could have almost looked innocent, almost. 

 “Well it’s actually-“ 

 “I don’t think it matters.” The curt words commanded your attention back. “You certainly don’t look familiar, so you must be a loser!” The ash blonde shut you up. “I mean really, look at you! You were shaking like a leaf when it was just me and now you look like you’re gonna piss yourself! I mean how pathetic can you hero’s be!” 

  Hearing him be cruel in person was way worse than the stories. At least in the stories they left out how evil Bakugou could be, how low he could scoop. 

“Aw are you gonna piss for us? Go on do it hero slut!”

 The words “slut” coming out of his mouth felt so accusatory. “Are you a little hero slut?” 

 Kirishima let his face drop his smile, replacing it with a slant. Like he wanted to scold him. Like he cared how you felt. 

 “Oh common Baku that’s a bit harsh, huh?” 

 “Common it’s gotta make you mad doesnt it? How unmanly these guys are? How self righteous they are.” The words of manipulation rolled off of his tongue as beautiful as it ever had. 

 Kiri pondered, letting the thoughts hit him. Before letting his gaze wonder all over your body shamlessly. Thoughts struck his head. The thoughts Bakugou knew would stir him up. 

 “Yeah… they do think they’re so much better, and if you believe in something you should fight for it! I have a good idea Bakugou!”

 “And what’s that Kiri?” 

 “Why don’t we make her prove herself, and if she’s really a coward she’ll run.” He looked so sickeningly proud of his own little sadistic idea. His hand forming into a fist. 

Realizing you’re either gonna have to get pounded to a pulp in a battle you would never, and could never win. Or run for your life and become an absolute failure, and give these monsters the satisfaction of seeing it. 

 It was a beautiful plan. A fun plan. Bakugou loved winning, dominating really. The thought of getting to take down and humiliate a self righteous hero, well that clearly made him excited from your view, and Kiri’s view. 

 “That might be a great idea, shitty hair.” 

 “Ok slut you win, we let you go. You lose, you die.” The conditions weren’t in your favor, no matter how strong you wanted to be; you broke. Tears welted i’m your eyes as your knees threatened to just give up on you. 

 “I don’t, I don’t wanna-“ Was all you could muster, mind racing to find a way to survive.  

 “Don’t wanna what?” Kiri asked, a dark smirk growing. 

“I don’t wanna die.” You said meekly, tears flowing freely at this point. 

 “Well then, you are weak and pathetic.” Bakugou said effectively kicking you while you were down. Like the bully he always was. 

 “Let's make her run for it then! Don’t you think it’ll be fun? Like a little race, and she’ll be our prize?” His optimism is ever present. 

 “I don’t know if she even deserves that hope. She’ll never win, and she’ll never out run us either. We’re gonna dominate her either way. She can run until her soles are bleeding and her lungs give out. She’s weak, and pathetic.”

 “But It’ll be so fun to watch her little ass run until she’s all red in the face, heaving and begging us to stop. That’s the best part.” You felt a cold realization how excited he was too. 

 And if you saw it, Bakugou saw it too. 

 “Alright, that seems like fun. You have to count of ten to start running. One,” One second was all you needed to process what he was saying.

 “Two.” Your eyes frantically look for the safest route for not only you, but the civilians. Maybe you could run and find help. But Bakugou was right, you were weak. 

“Three.” The seconds were slipping away faster than you could ever hope to grasp them.

 “Four.” Sobbing as you forced yourself to choose a path and run for it. Mind going numb with the only thought being survival. 

 “Five.” The smallest, trivial amount of hope bubbled up in your belly from how far away the “five” was.

 “Six.” It was barely audible now. Placing a hopeful smile on your face and wiping away the tears, you forced yourself to carry your legs farther. Being clear and out of the way of the hollering made it easier for you to think. You decided that running as hard and as fast as you could was the best plan for survival. Didn’t matter what direction. While the buildings were flying by, the two began to tail after. While you were daydreaming of escape, they were swapping ideas on what to do to you. That was the optimist in you, deep down, you knew you were as good as gone the minute they saw you.

 “Where do you think you’re going!” A tense sense of dread overcame your whole body. You begged yourself to just carry on a little further. You could make it out! You could get help and all this would be behind you. 

“You look so pretty from the back!” The sickenly sweet taunting from the red one made your stomach lurch. Their angry and skilled footsteps were coming even closer, and at a faster rate than you were ready for.

 “Come on now stop running you’ve already lost! We can get to the fun part now!” When he finished his vaguely perverted threat he threw a mailbox straight into your back causing you to tumble and spin. Ripping parts of your hero costume up, leaving you vulnerable in undesirable places. 

 “Damn Kirishima, didn’t know you had it in you.” You could feel the smirk in the way he talked. Every single part of your body begged to just lay down and take what's coming to you. However, that was not the hero's way. On bloodied knees and elbows, costume already half falling off of your body you made yourself stand. Getting into position to fight. The two were not that far from you, letting their eyes take in all of you. You went to force your costume together, anything so they’d stop staring and getting ideas. 

 “We already saw love! No use in hiding from us now. And besides…” Kirishima took another step forward. “We’re gonna be seeing more of you later anyways.” 

 Feeling fully threatened and backed in a corner the best you could do was talk out of your ass. “You’re disgusting.”

 “Well that’s not very nice.” Kirshima pouted, like he was a child. It made you wince in disgust.

 “I don’t have to be nice to the likes of you! Now, in the name of-”

 “Shut up you aren’t taking us in anywhere you damn hero whore. In fact quite the opposite, you’ll be coming with us. It’s been awhile since we’ve had pretty plaything.” You knew the words were meant to make you scared. You knew you shouldn’t show any weakness. But that was becoming increasingly difficult. 

 “You’ll have to knock me down first.” The smirk on the blonde's face caused you to get this itchy, angry feeling. He had always been so goddamn smug. Before you had time to process he had punched you square in the stomach. Causing you to collapse onto your knees. Letting out an agonizing whine, letting your fingers grasp your abdomen. 

 “Wow that was fast! Nice going Bakugou!” Kirishima yelled out, pushing his fist out with an obnoxiously childlike enthusiasm. 

 “Spoke too soon Kiri.” Bakugou retorted back to his partner, watching you as you pulled your knees off of the ground. You ran towards them, throwing out a small jab and uppercut in the direction of the loud one. He dodged them, almost too eager to put you down. He let his knee come up in an attempt to hit you in your already sore abdomen. You reflectively stepped back, avoiding the hard ligament. That was a short lived victory before Kiri, striked, making you stumble back not quite falling flat on your ass. You held back your tears, trying to focus on standing your ground to fight. 

 “Just give in… common I don’t wanna hurt you like this…” Kiri cooed, laying his fake sincerity on thick. You grimaced.

 A last ditch effort, using up all the anger and strength you had left you launched your foot into an attack. The confidence you had in yourself was the most powerful thing about the attack. And for a few seconds, you felt you could actually win. That was until the bone crushing grip on your ankle snapped you out of your day dream, and you were left standing there. Foot in the air and losing balance. Weak from pain and exhaustion. You felt your body lurch backward, the tight grip on your ankle the final debilitating blow of excruciating pain as you finally fell to the ground with a hard thud. They had won. And you had lost. Something you had already known, deep down inside of you if you were being honest. 

 “Look at you… pathetic.”

 “But she sure is pretty! Look at her…” “Kiri” made his way to your crumbled form, letting his intrusive fingers grip either side of your cheeks. Pinching them together, making you unwillingly pucker your lips out. 

 “Look at those blow job lips… can we keep her Bakugou?” Bakugou smirked down at your terrified form, letting out a mocking chuckle at your fear.

 “I don’t know shitty hair… you broke the last one really fast.” Your mind raced, your facial expressions refusing to help you out in this situation. As they both could easily tell what you were thinking. 

 “How did you do it again, you fucked her to death didn't you?” He sneered at the word death.

 “Yeah well… sorta. She wasn’t very willing to do what I wanted.” You let out a moan of agony at his disgusting words. 

 “I hardened my… ya know. I warned her! I told her it would be ok if she would just stop crying. I asked her nicely to listen to me! I swear.” He said, with an almost guilty look. Letting his eyes leave your form and go back to the one who clearly held the reigns of the relationship. You let yourself sob. Tears running over his fingers that held your face in place. 

 “Bakugou I’ll be more gentle this time! I swear! I wanna keep this one. Just look at how useless and defenseless she is!” You watched in absolute horror as they talked about you like you were some stray dog. Again, to your horror he spoke again.

 “Alright. We can keep her. Why don’t we test out how good she is…” This caused another surge of adrenaline to surge through you. Feeling the weight of a possible sexual assault, and enslavment weghing over your head, you bit his fingers as hard as you could. Instead of letting you go, he hardened his fingers. Causing you to cry out in pain, and you let go.

 “How feisty… but I think that little defiant outburst is grounds for a punishment. Wouldn’t you agree, Kiri?” The red one let his face fall from hurt to one of lust. 

 “Couldn’t agree more…” That was all you needed to hear as you rolled over to try and crawl away on your hands and knees. Muttering no to yourself like a madwoman. It was a cute attempt at freedom as you felt someone’s hard boot dig into your back, pushing you down. 

 “And where do you think you’re going, whore.” You struggled for words, anything to make it stop. But nothing was coming to your petrified mind. All that came out was another whine as he dug his fingers into your hair. “You’re gonna take what's comin to ya, and you’re even gonna thank us.” 

 After he finished his sentence he yanked you up by your hair, pushing your face near his crotch. Pants tighter than ever.

 “Take it out and suck.” You swallowed deep, shaking your head no. Begging him with your eyes for him to just let you go. That wasn’t gonna happen. Not today, not ever. Your defiance was met with a harsh smack to your cheek. Letting out a “stop” and a whimper, you let your nimble fingers work the button and zipper on his pants. Pulling the fabric down, as his erection basked in the slight freeness it was experiencing. With one last glance upwards into his eyes, you watched as he raised his palm in a silent threat. Quicker than he thought you would, you pushed his boxers down, letting his erection spring out in the open air. He hissed in relief, waiting for your lips to wrap around his large appendage. 

 You followed his orders from earlier, first gently suckling his tip with your mouth. A slight grimace made its way onto your features as you tasted his salty pre cum. Slowly but surely, letting your whole mouth engulf his member. He let out a guttural moan before letting his fingers find their way back into your locks. Pushing your head down further, causing you to choke and grip with desperate fingers, clawing his hips. You sputtered on pre cum and saliva. While he stood above you, smirk plastered on his features.

 “You got a nice mouth hero, ah. Now suck if you want it to be over faster.” With nothing else to do but submit, you put your mouth to work. Letting his moans encourage your lower region to warm up. It was ridiculous, your body preparing itself for what it knew would come next. That’s all it was, you weren’t enjoying it…. You weren’t.

 “Bakugou…” While still sucking like your life depended on it, you averted your eyes to see Kirishima stroking himself in full view. He was rather thick and long, the tip of his shaft starting to glisten with pre cum. A flush of red returned to your face before you got another smack to the cheek.

 “Pay attention to what you’re doing dumbass!” You moved your eyes back to him, keeping the tears that were forming in your eyes from spilling over. His angry hands still in a vice grip in your hair, a silent command to do more. You pushed yourself to take in more, even if it would only please him a little. 

 To your dismay, he was not very pleased and he decided to take it out on your throat. With his hands practically ripping out the strands of hair embedded in your scalp he forced his cock all the way down your tight throat. Your little whines and begs were muffled with his cock buried inside of you. A groan of pleasure came from him as he felt the vibrations from the tip of his cock, to the base.  He continued pulling you so that your lips were just wrapped around the tip before shunting his hips to the point where your face was forced to breathe in his hair. The feeling of precum dripping down your throat as his member was steadily bruising the back of his throat. 

“Do you want a turn Kiri?” The red heads already hard cock twitched at the idea. 

“That sounds great bakugou!...but I think I’m going to use a different hole.” After the words fell out of his mouth and slipped into your ear you couldn’t help but groan out in agony. The groans only made Bakugou that much more pleased, he let out a deep moan before pulling his cock from the back of your throat. 

 “I was just thinking the same thing…” You let your hands find their way to the ground, digging your nails into the dirt. “Please...please I’ll get you whatever you want...money...I’ll do anything just please-” 

 “I want you to shut up and take what's coming to you. And you better get used to it because this isn’t going to be the only time it happens. We’re gonna fuck you every time we feel like it, till all you can think about is how to make yourself wet fast enough for us.” Bakugou took your hair in his hands and pushed your face back into the ground as you felt Kiri lift your hips into the air. You heard your hero suit rip in two; your low whimper could also be heard if anyone would have cared to listen.

 Kiri got to fast work ripping off your panties, letting a finger find its way into your tight insides. “Wow look Bakugou!” He pulled out his finger with an almost childlike glee watching as your wetness came out in a trail. 

 “Well, I’ll be damned, she is a little slut. Do you like being raped, slut?” The words he was saying shouldn't have made you wet, but it was dribbling out of you. You could feel it, you could feel it. You felt the finger return and begin to play around with your insides, he curled his finger and you let out a shameful moan. You tried to push your legs together, hoping that somehow it would make him slip his finger out, maybe put up a barrier between you two. It was short lived before he pulled your legs apart, rutting his knee in between them to make sure they stayed apart. He kept scissoring into you until he felt like you were ready for two cocks. That was of course a long while of you whimpering and moaning as he found every spongy spot of ecstasy he could. He let out his fingers one final time, letting all the juices he had accumulated dribble off his finger and onto his cock. He moved to take the tip and play with it in your folds, he let out a nice, loud moan of pure ecstasy from your velvety walls. You couldn’t see it but he looked at his partner and nodded, he nodded back before teasing your walls with his own cock. It took you about one second to realize what was about to happen, for the second second you spent in complete shock, and the third, the third was when the agony set it. You howled in pain and agony, you could immediately feel the blood begin to drip down your thigh. You had never taken two guys at one, let alone two guys that were so well endowed. Your sobs to stop and to take at least one of them out was ignored. The pain was so much you could have swore you were going to throw up. 

 “God you’re so fucking tight and wet…” Kirishima muttered under his breath, as he forced his cock in all the way to the base.

 “I think that’s actually blood Kiri.” You let out a desperate “Please…” But all that earned you was a harsh smack on the ass. Your pussy reacted for you giving them a good squeeze. 

 “Hey I think she likes it!” Kirishima shouted as he did it to your other cheek. 

 “Please be gentle…” You begged for mercy to the sadistic villains. 

 “Please be gentle.” Bakugou mocked before he landed another painful smack to your behind. “I can feel that you’re enjoying this, I can even hear your whimpers you’re trying so hard to repress.” He was right, the sick sadistic bastard. You were beginning to feel a sick twisted pleasure as one big cock would come out and one would move in to take its place before it was barely out. They were pumping you stupid and all you could do was moan and hiccup. Bakugou let his fingers find their way back into your hair before gripping it and yanking you back so hard you could barely breathe. 

  “Open your mouth.” He commanded. When you didn’t immediately do as you were told he gave you another harsh smack on the ass. When you squealed out in pain he spit directly into your mouth. 

 “Swallow it and say thank you.” You could barely process the request as you felt yourself begin to come closer and closer to an orgasm you never consented to. You did as you were told like a good hero whore you were.

 “Are you a hero slut?” A hum escaped your lips as you got fucked harder. “Answer me whore!” He took his oher hand and wrapped it around your throat, giving a tight squeeze. 

 “Yes! I’m your hero whore!” 

 “Who do you belong to?” 

 You let out another pitiful moan as their two cocks pounded into your sensitive pussy. They were coming undone and so were you. “I- I belong to you and Kirishima!” 

 “What’s my fucking name whore?” 

 “B-AHH!” You didn’t get the chance to reply to him, your orgasm cutting you short. They both stopped moving inside of you, causing you to open your eyes, the look in their eyes told you that they were not happy with you. 

“Did I say you could fucking cum?” You felt a surge of cold fear run through your veins.

 “I didn’t-I-I I’m I-”

 “Shut up!” He smacked your cheek once, hard enough for your nose to bleed. With his grip still in your hair he began to rain smack after smack on your already sore ass. It didn’t take long for you to start crying and whispering apologies, some begs of mercy mixed in.

 “That’s right you’re gonna be fuckin sorry!” He ended his words with another harsh smack. “Kirishima, spread her little asshole open.”

 “NO...nonononono please I’m sorry! I won’t do it again!”

 “You’re damn right you won’t do it again.” 

 He let another smack fall onto your now purple ass cheeks. You could feel a thumb and a pointer finger begin to spread you open, it was painful and uncomfortable. You moved and squealed like a pig beneath him, hoping to escape his grasp. You only got so far as your hair in the villains grasp would let you. Before you had time to plead more Kirishima was already shoving his cock inside of your tight asshole. You let out another painful scream, your throat was beginning to feel sore from how loud you screamed earlier and how loud you were screaming now. 

 “You’re splitting me in two!” The pain was too much and you began to black out, feeling Bakugou pull out was the last thought you had as your head hit the ground. The feeling of Kirishima's boney hips painfully smacking at your abused ass lulling you to sleep. It was a short lived break before you felt him grip your hair and pull you up. He used his thick fingers to pry your jaw open, letting his cock find its home in the back of your throat again. You winced at the taste of your pussy juices, throat already numb. Even with a cock in the back of your throat you began to drift off again, not without receiving another smack on the cheek to keep you awake. 

 “Ah, fuck I’m gonna cum, and you’re going to swallow it” You hummed in quick response not wanting to get abused anymore. 

 “Good...that’s a good girl, you’re starting to catch on now.”

 “I’m-I’m gonna come to Bakugou...her asshole is so tight.” And they were right only a few more pumps and you felt your asshole being filled for the first time. Soon feeling hot sticky cum go down your throat, you swallowed it all while looking into the eyes of the man who had just used your unwilling body however he wanted. After his cock was good and limp he finally pulled out of your throat, letting you finally fall to the ground in peace.

 “I like this one a lot Bakugou! I haven’t had this much fun fucking someone in a while!”

 “She was alright.” Bakugou replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

 “Does that mean we can keep her?”

 “Like I’d ever let a whore like that walk free after that. Of course we’re gonna keep her...can’t wait to see what else we can do to her.”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #tw: noncon #yandere prompt #yandere one shot #yandere drabble #yandere scenario #yandere imagines #boko no hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia imagines #my hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere my hero academia imagines #bnha imagines #yandere bnha imagines #yandere bnha #yandere mha #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugou x kirishima x reader #yandere kiribaku #mha imagines #yandere mha imagines #yandere bakugou #yandere kirishima

[wheresmynaya]

Lost in the Lights Ch.14|Brittana

A/N - Apologies for the wait, finding the time to write isn't as easy as it used to be and the struggle was extra real with this chapter 😅

Available on ff.net (x) ao3 (x) wattpad (x) & under the cut!

As exhausting as it has been for her to deal with the student body this past week, Brittany’s feeling more amped up than ever as she wakes early Friday morning. Firstly, it marks the end of such a weird week. Secondly, it’s the first Friday she has had off since school started. Thirdly, she and Santana are going on their first date tonight.

Brittany’s got a lot of things going for her today and there isn’t anything that can bring her down from the incredible mood she’s in! She just hopes that the school day goes by as fast as this entire week has.

Brittany’s all smiles as she puts her car in park and looks over to Santana through her passenger side window. When she catches Santana’s eye, Brittany gives the Co-Captain a little wave before reaching over to grab her book bag and hopping out.

“Hey Britt,” Santana greets happily as she gets out of her car too. She ends up doing a double take when she sees that Brittany’s put in a little more effort than usual with her hair and make up today.

Brittany blushes a little as she watches Santana check her out. Fridays are usually the days she wears her jersey and letterman jacket, but since the Titans don’t have a game today she figured she’d spend a little extra time getting ready. After all, it’s kind of a special day.

“Can you be a little less obvious?” Brittany jokes and Santana’s gaze quickly shoots up to meet hers.

“Sorry,” Santana says bashfully, “I’m just – you look really good. I mean, you always look good but even more so today.”

Brittany gives her a shy smile as she tucks her hair behind her ear, “Thanks, Santana.”

Santana returns the expression with her own little grin before she’s sliding her pinky into Brittany’s as if it’s second nature by now. Brittany tries to keep her cool as Santana gives her finger a little squeeze.

“Ready to head inside?” Santana asks casually, “I have to stop by Ms. Pillsbury’s office before class but I can walk with you to our lockers first.”

Brittany can only nod before letting Santana lead the way.

\\

When they go their separate ways, Brittany so wishes she could just bend down and kiss Santana. She knows she could, but she likes where they are and how they’ve been progressing even if it’s a little slow. Santana’s baby steps are more than Brittany could ask for!

As the quarterback enters her first class of the day, she spots Kurt sitting in his usual seat and quickly makes her way over. Her text yesterday to him had gone unanswered so this is the first time she has gotten to speak to him since she found out about what the hockey team did.

“Hey Kurt,” Brittany greets before taking her seat next to him. She’s unsure if she should ask how he is considering he looks like he hasn’t slept all night judging by the bags under his eyes.

“Hello,” He says quietly, “Sorry I didn’t respond to your text yesterday.”

“Don’t be,” Brittany assures him, “How…are you?”

Kurt shrugs before he lets out a sigh, “It wasn’t the first time I’ve been slushied like that. It’s more annoying than anything. I worked so hard on that blazer and it’s completely ruined now.”

“I’m so sorry, Kurt,” Brittany frowns, “I spoke with Rick and some of his guys yesterday so hopefully that’s the last time he slushies anyone. They’re trying to get a rise out of us on purpose, make us throw the game because they know Figgins suspends people for fighting.”

“If they aren’t winning, I guess no one else can either,” Kurt replies as he shakes his head.

“Exactly.”

“I guess there’s one good thing that came out of this though.”

Brittany looks to him curiously, “What?”

“They didn’t slushy me for being gay,” Kurt gives her a weak smile, “They did it because I’m a Titan.”

Brittany watches Kurt’s smile start to grow and it makes hers do the same.

She has watched the dynamic between Kurt and the team strengthen in her time at McKinley, it’s one of the things that she’s most proud of as Team Captain. Although no one should really be slushied for any reason, she knows how important this is for Kurt. Those guys targeted him because he’s apart of this team – which is something he chose to be apart of – not because of something he has no control over like his sexuality.

For someone like Kurt who has grown up with these people and has lived in Lima all his life, that’s big. In a roundabout way, it makes Brittany feel hopeful for Santana too.

Maybe this school really is changing?

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Santana takes her seat before Ms. Pillsbury and tries to keep her nerves in check as best as she can. The guidance counselor is the least intimidating person Santana has ever met, but for some reason she feels a little more on edge than usual as the woman sorts through the paperwork.

“I’m so glad you’ve changed your mind. There are quite a few schools that have their eye on you and I believe you’ll make a great addition to any you chose,” Ms. Pillsbury rambles, “You are an incredible student with perfect grades, nearly perfect attendance and you’re involved in extracurriculars.”

Santana twists her fingers in her lap as she watches Ms. Pillsbury go through the paperwork. She has been working hard on these applications in secret which probably isn’t the best approach considering she has yet to speak to her dad. She just figures that if she gets accepted to some of these schools first that maybe it won’t be so bad when she finally has that conversation with him.

Harvard doesn’t have to be the end all be all? She’ll show him that if these schools accept her.

“Wow, you’ve definitely been busy,” Ms. Pillsbury jokes in attempt to lighten the mood as she flicks through another completed application.

Santana forces a smile and keeps watching. She was the one who asked for this meeting, she was the one who wanted Ms. Pillsbury’s help, so why does she feel so weird now that she’s here? It isn’t until Ms. Pillsbury stops and gives Santana a kind smile that she finally eases up.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Santana?” She asks gently, “You look as though you may have some reservations which is perfectly fine. Harvard is a very prestigious school and – “

“I’m sure,” Santana responds, “I want to do this. I know I’ve been declining looking at any other schools but I’m done with pursuing Harvard.”

“Okay,” Ms. Pillsbury nods albeit a little surprised.

“It’s not what I want anymore,” Santana admits, “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted it really. What I do want are options, ones that I feel are right for me and what I want to do in the future. That’s why I’m doing this.”

“And what is it that you want to do in the future?”

Santana’s shoulders droop, “I just need a little more time figuring that part out.”

Ms. Pillsbury nods, but the silence makes Santana feel as though she needs to explain.

“I have an idea – I think – I just want to be sure first,” Santana explains, “But I am trying to sort it out.”

Ms. Pillsbury smiles, “That’s okay, Santana. You don’t need to have everything figured out all att once.”

“I can still send out these applications without knowing yet, right?” Santana asks, “I don’t want to hang onto them too long and miss deadlines or something.”

“Of course. It’s not uncommon to go undecided or even change majors later on,” Ms. Pillsbury explains, “In the meantime, we’ll send these applications off. If you need any assistance in choosing or if you just want to chat about whatever programs the schools offer my door is always open.”

Santana smiles in return, “Thanks.”

“Not a problem,” Ms. Pillsbury smiles.

Santana bites her lip nervously before adding, “Would you mind keeping this between us?”

Ms. Pillsbury looks to Santana curiously.

“I just – I haven’t spoken to my dad about this yet,” Santana explains, “I know my dad checks in with you to make sure I’m on the right track with Harvard.”

Ms. Pillsbury softens before nodding, “Of course, Santana. This will stay between us.”

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By lunchtime, Brittany’s itching for the school day to finally be over. Her hopes for it to breeze by have been dashed by a pop quiz during her first class and getting assigned super boring book work in her second. The last half of her day is her favorite though and she has a little more pep to her step as she walks with Kurt to their usual table with their lunch.

Only this time, Puck and Finn are lingering there with their lunch trays in hand.

“Everything alright?” Brittany asks them.

“Yeah. We’re cool,” Finn nods as he looks between Brittany and Kurt, “You guys want to sit with us today?”

“Both of us?” Kurt looks a little surprised when Finn nods, “But my friends? I usually sit with them.”

Brittany watches as Kurt looks forlornly to Mercedes and Tina who sit and stare at the Titans with wide eyes. All they’re missing is popcorn with the way they’re watching.

“We know. It’s just,” Finn stumbles on finding the right words.

“This is our way of protecting you and showing those jerk-offs,” Puck says the insult a little louder as he notices Rick and a couple of his guys listening in on the conversation, “That if they want to pick on you they’re going to have to pick on all of us.”

Although his heart is in the right place, Brittany shakes her head at Puck’s words, “No one’s picking on anyone. Like I said at practice yesterday, that’s exactly what they want from us.”

“Well there’s strength in numbers or something, right?” Finn suggests, “If you guys sit with us then it shows how united we are or whatever. We’re more of a team than they’ll ever be.”

Brittany softens, “That we are.”

“Okay, then come sit with us.”

“Look, that’s sweet but I don’t want to leave my friends behind,” Kurt says though, “We shouldn’t have to stay with our cliques to keep from being bullied. I haven’t changed who I am since it stared and I’m not going to do it any time soon.”

Finn and Puck exchange a look before glancing to Brittany for back up.

“It’s his decision,” Brittany shrugs.

“Okay,” Finn nods then he and Puck return to their usual table with the rest of the Titans.

“Well that was unexpected,” Mercedes comments as Kurt and Brittany take a seat.

“Tell me about it,” Kurt chuckles lightly, “Since that day I got slushied, Finn’s been taking this whole Big Brother thing super seriously.”

“That’s kind of nice,” Tina smiles.

Brittany’s just about to agree when one of the lunch monitors yells out, “What do you think you’re doing, Hudson?”

When Brittany and the rest of her friends turn towards the commotion, they find Finn and Puck along with the rest of the Titans lifting their table. It’s maybe ten guys all together and Brittany stares with this dumbfounded look on her face as she watches them carry it across the room.

Santana and Quinn are just entering the cafeteria and have to stop and wait as the Titans carry the table through their path. The Co-Captains look back and forth, trying to connect the dots with equally confused looks on their faces. In fact, everyone in the cafeteria stare in awe as this table moves across the way.

It isn’t until the Titans are just a few feet away from Brittany and her friends that they finally set it back down.

“Sorry,” Finn apologizes to the lunch monitor, “We just wanted to be closer to our teammates.”

The man looks baffled by Finn’s explanation but ends up shaking his head, “Just move it back to where it needs to be by the end of lunch.”

“You got it!” Finn replies happily.

“What are you doing, Finn?” Kurt scolds, “You’re going to get the whole team in trouble.”

“Nah, Mr. Philips is alright,” He shrugs, “Besides, if you don’t want to leave your friends then we’ll just come sit with you instead.”

Brittany can’t believe she’s witnessing this and just smiles proudly as Santana comes around behind her. There’s a soft touch to her shoulder before she’s turning to look up at the brunette.

“I can’t wait to hear the story behind this,” Santana smirks as she nods to the Titans carrying on with their lunch as usual.

“I’m still trying to figure it out,” Brittany chuckles but then she notices Santana lingering behind her twirling the tips of Brittany’s hair around her finger.

“You should curl your hair more often,” Santana says before bending down a little so that she can whisper in Brittany’s ear, “It makes you look super hot.”

Brittany starts to smirk as she tilts her head, “You’re on a roll with the compliments today.”

Santana only gives her a wink before she and Quinn head to the front of the lunch line: Co-Captain perks.  

Brittany watches her go, more importantly the tantalizing sway of her hips in that Cheerios skirt. She really does have the hottest girlfriend ever. As she’s turning back around to finish her lunch, she catches Rick’s eye and the way he glares at her and the Titans makes all the alarm bells in her head start to ring.

She stares him down with that same determined look in her eye as the other day where they clashed in the hall and it’s enough to have him brushing her off…for now. It makes Brittany wonder, maybe it was a good idea that the Titans are all so close together; just like Finn said, there’s strength in numbers…or something.

\\

By the end of the school day, Brittany’s as eager as ever to get the hell out of there. She and Santana spent all last class working together on their assignments while also ironing out the details of their date later. Brittany narrowed it down to one movie that she thought they’d might like to see – with the help of Mike, Sam and Quinn – and she was so excited about it that she already bought the tickets online.

“Oh. I can pay you back,” Santana had said, “How much was it?”

“Pay me back?” Brittany giggled, “You don’t have to, I’m not that much of a cheap date.”

“At least let me pay for snacks?”

“Nope! It’s all taken care of.”

After a couple more assuring words from Brittany, Santana finally let it go. Instead, she promised that she’d pay for everything on their next date. Brittany was more than happy to agree to that, loving that Santana was already wanting to go out again.

After class let out for the day and they stowed away the books they won’t be needing for the weekend in their lockers, Santana and Brittany feel oddly displaced knowing they don’t have to rush off to get ready for a game. Brittany knows some of the guys on the team are getting together for a quick practice without Coach Beiste which she knows she probably should attend.

“You going to head home?” Santana asks as they linger by their lockers.

Brittany shifts from side to side, “I want to but my inner Team Captain voice is telling me to practice with the guys.”

“Isn’t it meant to be your day off though?”

“Yeah, but it’s less about having to do the work and more about being apart of the team,” Brittany shrugs, “What are you going to do? Our date isn’t for another few hours.”

Santana smiles, “Maybe I’ll go shopping with Quinn. She was saying she wants to get something cute to wear for bowling. Maybe I’ll get something cute to wear too?”

Brittany starts to grin at the possibilities, “And here I was thinking you were just going to wear your Cheerios uniform.”

“I still can,” Santana jokes.

“No, no,” Brittany laughs, “Wear whatever you want. I’m sure you’ll look great in anything.”

“We’ll see,” Santana smirks, “Well, I’ll let you go to practice then.”

“Okay,” Brittany replies, “I’ll pick you up around 6:30?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Okay cool,” Brittany says then gives a quick look around to check that they’re alone. When she sees that the coast is clear she leans in, “I’m going to kiss you goodbye now.”

Santana only smiles as she closes the distance for a sweet kiss on the lips. It doesn’t last nearly as long as Brittany would’ve liked, but again – progress.

“See you later,” Brittany waves as she starts to head to the gym.

Santana waves goodbye in return, her smitten little smile still on her lips as she does so.

\\

Turns out, football practice was exactly what Brittany needed to get rid of some of those pent up nerves for tonight. Without Coach Beiste supervising, the Titans were able to have a more casual practice that didn’t leave them feeling completely exhausted. By the end of it, Brittany was running on the adrenaline of a great practice and headed straight home to get ready for her date.

She took her time showering, making sure to scrub off the grass and sweat, before setting off to do her hair. She opted for subtle beach waves again since they seemed to be a hit with Santana at school. While she worked on her make up, she thought about the Co-Captain and wondered what she would be wearing for tonight and if Brittany had anything in her wardrobe that could compare.

She doubted it; the handful of times she has seen Santana in regular clothes, they’ve always been tight skirts and low cut blouses or these cute dresses that seemed to be crafted just to accentuate Santana’s curves. Brittany’s outfits weren’t really like that. Her choices were usually on the more eccentric side but she always seemed to pull off whatever odd combination she threw together as if it were made for the cover of Teen Vogue.

This time wouldn’t be any different. At least, that’s what she hoped for as she raided her closet for an outfit. She tried on this and that and paired that blouse with those trousers or scraped it all and went for overalls until she was satisfied with what she had on.

Then it was off to doing her makeup which she usually wore pretty light but since this was a special occasion, she wanted to do something extra. She spent time on her eyeshadow and lashes and even added a little highlight to the apples of her cheeks. She knew Santana would be looking as great as ever, but she also wanted to make sure that she looked the part too.

“Woah!” Pete gasps from behind Brittany, nearly giving her a heart attack, “Why are you so dressed up?”

“Geez, you scared me!” Brittany chuckles as she does some final touches before spinning to face her brother, “I’m going to the movies with Santana tonight. How do I look?”

Pete squints his eyes and taps at his chin before giving her a thumbs up.

“Awesome! Thanks, Petey.”

“Can I got to the movies too?” Pete wonders as he hops up on her bed.

“Not this time,” Brittany ruffles up his hair, “It’s kind of meant to just be me and Santana.”

“Oh…”

“But we can hang out tomorrow?” Brittany assures him, “I saw a cool documentary I want to show you about sea turtles plus Santana wants to come over and play some Monopoly with us.”

“Really?” Pete asks with wide eyes, “Does she know I’m the world champion of Monopoly?”

Brittany chuckles, “She will after she plays you.”

Pete grins devilishly, “I can’t wait for tomorrow now.”

“Me neither,” Brittany replies before grabbing her bag and heading for the door, “Come on, I have to get going soon. Don’t want to be late, that’s not good date etiquette.”

“Oh, you’re going on a date,” Pete sings the last word playfully before scrunching up his nose, “I definitely don’t wanna go anymore.”

Brittany only laughs as the two of them head downstairs.

\\

When Brittany arrives to Santana’s house, Santana is already making her way down the driveway while Maribel waves at them. Brittany rolls down her window and returns the greeting with a wave and a Hi Maribel before Santana’s hopping in the passenger side.

“Have you been waiting outside for me?” Brittany asks as Santana buckles in, “I would’ve knocked on the door like a proper date?”

Santana chuckles, ���No, my mom just came home and I knew you wouldn’t be that far away judging by your text.”

“Oh okay,” Brittany nods and focuses back on driving.

It’s not until they get out onto the main road that Brittany starts to feel some of those nerves from earlier resurface. It kind of confuses her because she’s been nothing but excited since the moment Santana agreed to doing this, but now that they’re here she can’t help but feel extra giddy.

It’s been awhile since she has gone out on a date like this. The last person she dated had such a busy schedule and it was often hard to plan outings, let alone spend time together. That was ultimately their downfall and Brittany sometimes worries if that could be a problem for her and Santana too.

They’re lucky they have the same lunch block and share a class, but it’s also important to her that they spend time together outside of school as well. She knows it’s a little difficult with them both being involved in a sport but at least they’re off to a good start so far.

“What are you thinking so hard about over?” Santana chuckles.

Brittany glances at her from the corner of her eye and grins, “Nothing in particular. Just excited to spend time with you.”

Santana reaches over and gives Brittany’s thigh a squeeze, “Me too. Wish we had Fridays off all the time, could be our date night.”

Brittany’s grin widens before she’s overlapping Santana’s hand with her own, “I’ll have them off once the season’s over.”

“You won’t be taking up a winter or spring sport?”

“I don’t think so,” Brittany answers, “If I’m going to be going away for college, I want to spend the most time I can with my family…and you.”

She didn’t mean for the conversation to take that kind of turn, but it’s the first time she has hinted at the future which she feels a little silly about since their relationship is so new. When she glances at Santana, she can’t quite get a read on her reaction.

“I wasn’t going to play football this year,” Brittany quickly adds to fill the silence, “So that I could help with Pete but my mom talked me into it. She knows how much I love to play and I know my dad would’ve wanted me to spend my Senior doing something I love. But with the season ending soon, there’s not much else I want to do except spend time with you. I can continue training incase I get picked up by a scout but I’ll have way more free time since I won’t be apart of a team.”

“More time with you would be nice,” Santana ends up saying a moment later and a soft smile graces her lips.

Brittany doesn’t know why, but those words calm her nerves and at the same time makes her feel hopeful for what’s to come for them.

\\

“So snacks, gotta have them,” Brittany states as they enter the theater. She looks around for the brightly lit menu board like a shining beacon of deliciousness.

“It’s over here,” Santana says as she gives Brittany’s sleeve a tug in the right direction.

The quarterback lets Santana lead the way to the concession stand and heads to the back of the line. While she eyes the menu, Santana continues to hang onto Brittany’s sleeve as if they were holding hands. Brittany tries to refrain from drawing attention to it, but she can’t help how cute she thinks it is.

“You know,” She whispers, “I won’t mind it if you wanted to hold my hand instead, beats stretching out my sweater.”

Santana sends her a playful glare before she’s dropping Brittany’s sleeve altogether. Brittany pouts at the loss.

“What snacks are you thinking?” Santana asks instead.

Brittany goes back to looking at the menu, “Well, you’ve got to have all the elements for the perfect movie snacking experience: salty, sweet, and sour.”

“I like the way you think,” Santana compliments as they get closer to the front of the line.

“Definitely getting popcorn,” Brittany starts to list, “A box of Dots.”

“Dots? Really?” Santana scrunches her nose cutely, “I didn’t think anyone actually liked those.”

Brittany bumps her shoulder with Santana’s playfully, “They’re not so bad. What else? Oh! Some Sour Patch Kids and Buncha Crunch.”

“I can feel the cavities forming already,” Santana teases, “What do you want to drink?”

Brittany ponders a moment, “Water.”

Santana raises a brow, “Really? After all that sugar?”

Brittany starts to grin, “Kidding. You can’t just drink water at the movies, that’s super weird. What soda do you like? We can share!”

Santana looks over at the fountain drinks, “I don’t mind Dr. Pepper.”

“Girl after my own heart,” Brittany jokes dreamily. She catches Santana start to blush and it makes her swoon even more, “Come on. It’s our turn to order.”

\\

Once securing their snacks, Santana and Brittany head down the dim corridor to find their theater number. Brittany’s got the container of popcorn and theater box candies in one arm while Santana holds their drink which conveniently allows them both to have a free hand.

Brittany’s itching to make a move, her way of redeeming herself for the comment about her sleeve earlier, but she’s got the first date jitters so she’s hesitant. Thankfully, it’s a long walk to the end of the hall where their theater is so it gives her a little time to rustle up the courage.

That is, if she decides to make a move.

She catches Santana glancing at her from the corner of her eye too and it makes Brittany wonder if she’s struggling with the same thing. Surprisingly though, it only takes their hands brushing against each other’s twice before Santana’s timidly linking their pinkies like usual.

\\

The theater isn’t as full as Brittany thought it would be considering it’s a Friday night, but she figures that this particular movie has been out long enough that the initial hype has long since died down. They’re a little early as well so the lights aren’t as dim yet, making it still pretty easy to see that not many people are here. With a variety of good seating options available, Brittany and Santana opt for the top row.

“It’s the best seats in the house,” Brittany jokes as they do the awkward shuffle along the narrow walkway. Santana only giggles as she trails after the blonde.

When they get to the middle of the row, Brittany and Santana push down their seats and get settled with all of their snacks. It’s a lot to juggle, but they make it work and soon they’re sitting comfortably while they await the trailers.

“So how was practice?” Santana asks as Brittany pulls the container of popcorn to her lap.

“It was really laid back,” Brittany answers, “Basically just a pick up game so I wouldn’t even call it practice so it was cool. Did you end up going shopping with Quinn?”

“I did,” Santana starts to smirk, “I wasn’t really planning on buying anything but I saw this dress and figured you probably wouldn’t mind it.”

Brittany noticed the plunging neckline as soon as Santana unzipped her leather jacket in the car shortly after leaving the Lopez Residence. She nearly drove her car into a mailbox it was that distracting.

“I definitely don’t mind,” Brittany gives her a goofy grin, “You’re as pretty as ever.”

“So are you,” Santana grins and once again they start to gravitate to each other as if its second nature.

There are a few more couples seated below them but their backs are turned so Santana and Brittany are basically invisible. Brittany’s gaze falls from Santana’s to her glossy lips before bouncing back up again.

“You think it would be okay if I kissed you?” Brittany mumbles and her heart pounds steadily at the possibility that Santana might let her in such a public setting.

Santana glances to her left and sees that the nearest couple is still about six rows away. Brittany knows that Santana would be conscious of them which is yet another reason why she chose these particular seats.

Seemingly satisfied for the moment, Santana gives Brittany a nod before her eyes flutter closed.

Brittany mimics the gesture and they both lean in for a long awaited kiss. This one isn’t just a quick peck on the lips like Brittany’s used to either. This one feels drawn out, feels like an inhale and exhale all at once, it feels like heaven and when she can feel Santana smile against her lips it’s like no other feeling.

She almost forgets where she is as her hand moves to cup Santana’s cheek. It’s just a gentle touch, but it elicits a quiet little hum from the brunette and before Brittany knows it Santana is deepening the kiss. Brittany can feel the poke of Santana’s tongue running along her bottom lip and she doesn’t hesitate to welcome it, loving this daring side of Santana.

Brittany can feel herself starting to get carried away, but thankfully the lights suddenly dim and the sound of opening trailers pulls them apart. She can just barely see the sly little grin on Santana’s face before she glances to the big screen.

“What are we watching again?” Santana asks as she looks back to Brittany.

Brittany only blinks, still reeling from that kiss.

\\

They’re about forty-five minutes into the movie when Brittany realizes a handful of things:

Number One: Mike and Sam are not very good at recommending movies.

Number Two: Neither is Quinn.

Number Three: Paranormal Activity 3 is not a comedy.

That last one she probably should’ve known but she heard the guys on the team talking about how funny it was so she just assumed it was something like the Scary Movie series where they made fun of actual scary movies. Who knew she was completely wrong? Still, she tries to keep on a brave face because during her conversation with Sam and Mike about picking a movie, Quinn had said that Santana mentioned wanting to see this one.  

Knowing Santana had a secret preference made it super easy for Brittany when it came to finally choosing, but she didn’t know not being able to sleep for the next two weeks would be the price. It’s not that she’s a scaredy cat or anything, she just doesn’t do well with haunted houses and that’s basically all this movie is about!

She fights the urge to bring her knees up to hide behind and shield her eyes from certain scenes because there’s no way she can embarrass herself like that in front of Santana. So she keeps herself busy with snacking and chances a glance every so often in Santana’s direction, hoping that if she doesn’t get too invested in the movie then she won’t be as scared.

\\

That tactic sort of works until there’s a jump scene and she flinches so hard that she nearly drops the bucket of popcorn on the floor. Her heart is racing from the scare and her cheeks are a little flushed when she sees that Santana’s watching her.

She doesn’t say anything at first and that makes Brittany feel even more nervous. It’s not until Santana looks between them and lifts the arm rest that separates their chairs. Brittany watches Santana inch closer until their thighs are flush and soon the jump scare is a distant memory. With her being this close now, Brittany just has to wrap her arm around the brunette.

“You scared?” Santana whispers as she sinks into Brittany’s side.

Brittany shakes her head and Santana smirks up at her.

“You sure?”

“Mhmm.”

“You look scared.”

“Well…I’m not.”

Santana eyes Brittany a little longer before leaning back some, “Okay then.”

Brittany quirks her brow and whispers, “Are you?”

Santana looks back and shakes her head.

Brittany nods and tries to sit a little taller; if Santana isn’t afraid then neither is she!

\\

Obviously, Brittany’s lying because this is the scariest movie she’s ever seen which isn’t saying much because she stays away from that genre but the funny thing is…Santana’s lying too.

“Fuck,” Santana curses beneath her breath. Her hand instinctively juts out and grips Brittany’s thigh and before either of them know it, Santana’s burying her face into Brittany’s shoulder.

Brittany’s equally tense after that scene but seeing Santana visibly scared too has her easing. There’s a little twinkle in her eye when she glances at Santana trying to play off how bad she just flinched as she straightens up.

In fact, it’s such bad acting on Santana’s part that Brittany starts to giggle.

“What are you laughing at?” Santana asks. She tries to keep a straight face but Brittany’s giggling is infectious and soon she starts to smile too.

“You’re scared,” Brittany points out.

“I’m not.”

“You totally are,” Brittany laughs again, “You’re using me to hide.”

“No.”

“Yes,” Brittany teases, “You didn’t move the arm rest up for a cuddle. You wanted protection.”

“I – No,” Santana stammers but she ultimately gives up, “Alright fine, this movie gives me the fucking creeps. This house needs to be burned to the ground.”

Brittany softens as she removes the popcorn bucket from her lap, “I’m not really a fan of these kinds of movies. I only picked it because Quinn told me you loved horror movies, except I didn’t know if this was actually a horror movie or if it was a parody…”

“Oh, did she now?” Santana purses her lips before she lets out a dry chuckle, “That sneaky little…”

Brittany frowns, “What’s wrong?”

“Quinn and I have been best friends for years,” Santana says, “We grew up together and if there’s one thing she knows about me it’s that I don’t do horror movies.”

Brittany’s face heats up, “Really? Shit. I would’ve picked something else if I knew. She was so convincing and the guys, they said it wasn’t that scary.”

���Yeah, they’re probably just saying that to protect their masculinity because this shit?” Santana glances at the screen and cringes before turning back to Brittany, “No me gusta.”

Brittany sends Santana an apologetic smile, “I’m sorry. I should’ve checked with you first so we wouldn’t be stuck watching something we don’t want to.”

“We can always leave,” Santana suggests, “I’m sure there’s another movie playing right now. We can just sneak into a different one.”

Brittany only frowns. It’s their first date and she messes up big time, how embarrassing!

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up about it,” Santana smiles fondly as she squeezes at Brittany’s thigh, “We can stay too? Just gives me an excuse to make out with you instead.”

Brittany’s jaw goes a little slack as Santana drapes her legs over Brittany’s and slides in close. Now, she’s basically in the blonde’s lap and Brittany instinctively wraps her arms around Santana’s waist to keep her there. She already feels ten times better than before!

“You don’t need an excuse for that,” Brittany grins and soon Santana’s lips are back on hers.

\\

They end up staying like that for the rest of the movie and neither one of them can tell you what happened since they were too preoccupied with doing something way better. Brittany didn’t need any reassuring, but kissing Santana is probably the best distraction there is. For once, they felt like any other couple hiding away at the back of the movie theater making out.

In a way, it was freeing and although Brittany felt silly at first for choosing the wrong movie it all managed to work itself out in the end. Maybe an even better ending than she had hoped for!

As they leave the theater, practically floating on Cloud 9, Brittany made a daring move and tangled her fingers with Santana’s. After the past hour they’ve spent hidden in the shadows, she still wanted to feel close now that they were out in the open. Really, she’s been wanting to hold Santana’s hand since they got there but better late than never.

Santana grins happily as she overlaps their joined hands with her free one, surprising Brittany by how welcoming she is too the gesture. Santana brings their hands up to her lips and turns so that she can place a sweet kiss to Brittany’s knuckles. It makes the blonde feel so soft and the smitten smile can’t help but form.

\\

“Great movie,” Santana jokes as they get to Brittany’s car, “I’d definitely see it again.”

“I bet you would,” Brittany smirks as they untangle their hands and get in.

“But seriously, hopefully none of that movie actually stuck because I’m not trying to have nightmares,” Santana says with a chuckle although Brittany can tell she’s being a little serious.

“Same,” Brittany nods, “I might have to steal Pete’s night light if that’s the case.”

“Not sure what that’ll do against the paranormal,” Santana quips.

“Hey,” Brittany gives her a playfully stern look, “Night lights protect against everything.”

“Then you better make some room in your bed for me because I’m coming over. I do not fuck with the ghosts and shit,” Santana replies then pauses when she realizes what she has said.

Brittany watches with adoring look in her eye.

“I mean like, hypothetically speaking,” Santana adds shyly, “We probably won’t have nightmares or anything because we didn’t really watch much of that movie. Right? I doubt anything stuck so we’ll be okay.”

Brittany only grins as she goes to start the car.

\\

“Are you kidding me?” Santana gapes as they pull up to her house ten minutes before her curfew. She sits up rigidly and eyes her seemingly vacant house in confusion.

Brittany looks at the empty driveway and frowns, “Are your parents not home?”

“Apparently not,” Santana replies and reaches for her phone, “I know my dad’s doing an overnight, but my mom should be here? Do you mind if I give her a call?”

Brittany bobs her head, “Yeah, sure. Go ahead.”

Brittany watches Santana quickly scroll through her phone before she’s pressing it to her little ear. She can see how worked up Santana’s starting to get and wonders if it’s because she might have to be all alone in that empty house or if she’s just worried about where her mom might be? Usually an empty house is a dream come true for people their age, but not after the movie they just watched – no matter how distracted they were.

Brittany waits patiently as she overhears some of Santana’s conversation with her mom.

“No, I didn’t get a text from you. When did you send it?” Santana wonders before putting her mom on speaker and flicking through her text messages, “Yeah, I don’t see anything here from you.”

“That’s strange. Well, I was letting you know that I’m here at your Abuela’s house. Papi wants me to keep an eye on her after the doctor’s appointment she had today.”

Brittany watches Santana’s features grow somber, “Is everything okay?”

“Just a little cold.”

The lines in Santana’s forehead deepen, “She’s sick?”

Brittany recognizes that tone and it makes her stomach churn, but she keeps quiet and continues to listen.

“She should be fine. They’re worried it might develop into pneumonia if she’s not looked after. You know how stubborn she can be about this kind of thing, but I’m here.”

“Right,” Santana then inhales deeply and it’s like a mask is being put on, “She probably skipped her vitamins or something silly again.”

“You’re probably right.”

“So you won’t be coming home tonight then?”

“No, but you’ll be okay staying home on your own?”

Brittany watches Santana gulp and she nearly laughs if she didn’t fear being heard by Maribel. Who knew Santana was such a chicken, but then again Brittany wouldn’t want to stay home alone after a movie like that either.

“Yeah, of course,” Santana replies a little too casually, “I’m not a little kid anymore so I’ll be fine.”

“Okay good, I would say come over but…well.”

“I know,” Santana brushes off although Brittany can see a nerve has been struck, “It’s okay. I’ll just – maybe I’ll see if I can sleep over Quinn’s instead?”

“Okay mija, just let me know. I’ll see you in the morning. You can tell me all about your date with Brittany. I hope you had fun?”

Santana starts to grin as she glances to her side at the blonde, “I did. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

When Santana hangs up, the smile she wears is still there but it slowly fades when she looks back at her house.

“Think Quinn’s home from her date by now?” Santana mumbles as she flicks through her phone, “I’m not about to stay home alone just so some paranormal entity can come snatch me up, no thank you. God, she’s such a little shit. She knew exactly what she was doing when she was talking to you. Matter of fact, I’m going to prank the hell out of her now just for this. She won’t see it coming.”

“Or,” Brittany pauses Santana although her scheming is kind of cute, “You can sleepover mine?”

Santana’s brows rise, “What? Like at your house?”

Brittany shrugs, “Well yeah, if you aren’t comfortable staying home alone I’m sure my mom would be okay with you sleeping over. Plus, you were already going to be over tomorrow anyway. It saves so much time if you’re already there.”

“I don’t know, Britt,” Santana chuckles nervously, “I doubt your mom would let your girlfriend stay the night.”

Santana’s got a point, but this is a special case so she doubts her mom wouldn’t allow it.

“Why not? It’s not like I can get you pregnant or anything,” Brittany jokes but Santana’s eyes nearly bug out of her head. It only makes Brittany laugh, “I’m just kidding, geez. How about I just call and ask? Beats bothering Quinn if I’m already here?”

Santana looks at her skeptically.

“Come on,” Brittany gives her a nudge, “Doesn’t hurt to ask.”

“Okay fine,” Santana relents with a smitten smile, “But I’m still texting Quinn just incase.”

Brittany shrugs and gives her mom a call. It’s a short one, but Brittany explains Santana’s situation and Whitney ends up saying, “Yes of course she can stay the night.” It’s also followed by the usual, “Just no funny business, Brittany” which has the blonde blushing as she quickly assures her that there won’t be any.

“My parents would never,” Santana says with a disbelieving laugh.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Brittany winks.

“I’ll just tell my mom I’m sleeping over Quinn’s anyway,” Santana says as she texts, “Just to be safe.”

“Okay,” Brittany says, “So did you want to go inside and grab anything?”

Santana looks skeptically at her house, all dark and menacing, and quickly shakes her head, “Hell no.”

Brittany chuckles, “I’ll go in with you.”

“No, I don’t want to put you through that,” Santana assures her, “I can just borrow some of your stuff, right?”

Brittany’s smile grows, “Totally.”

“Okay,” Santana smiles back looking a little more relieved, “Let’s just go to yours then.”

“You got it!”

\\

When they arrive at the Pierce Residence, they find that the porch light has been left on and Brittany can already see the glow of the hallway light emitting from the living room window.

“Now this is more like it,” Santana chuckles at the brightly lit home.

Brittany only giggles along with her as she parks the car and leads the way inside. Everything’s quiet as Brittany and Santana tip toe upstairs; Pete’s long since gone to bed and Whitney is probably not too far behind.

Santana just wordlessly follows Brittany until they get to Brittany’s bedroom. Once the light comes on, Brittany’s quick to tidy the clothes hanging out of her laundry basket before pushing in her desk chair and kicking her bookbag to the side.

“Sorry it’s a little messy,” Brittany says softly while scratching the back of her neck.

Santana only smiles as she looks around, “Your room is way cleaner than mine.”

Brittany feels a little relieved but she still rearranges some things before turning to close the door. She hesitates though as she gets to the knob, remembering the conversation she had with her mom earlier, and turns to face Santana.

“My mom said I have to leave the door open,” Brittany whispers to Santana, “But if I don’t close it then Pete might wake us up super early.”

Santana looks a little shy as she nods and it makes Brittany falter. She’s not sure what that look means and it makes something flutter in her chest. She would totally risk getting lectured by her mom later if it meant sleeping in a little later than usual, especially if Santana will be there.

But, she also wants to make sure Santana is comfortable as well. Sleeping over after their first date isn’t really how Brittany pictured this night turning out, so she just wants to be extra sure that Santana’s okay and that they’re not moving faster than she liked.  

“I can leave it open if you want though?” Brittany suggests lightly, “Whatever makes you comfortable.”

Santana tugs her bottom lip between her teeth then lets it go as she answers, “I usually sleep with my door closed at home.”

Brittany’s smile grows playful, “To keep the monsters out so they don’t get ya?”

Santana only rolls her eyes at the teasing tone, “No.”

“Sure,” Brittany winks as she goes to close the door.

“I don’t want you to get in trouble though,” Santana says, “If your mom said – “

“It’s okay,” Brittany assures her with a smile, “So long as you stay on your side of the bed.”

Santana smirks, “I’ll try my best but I won’t make any promises.”

Brittany quirks her brow, “You don’t strike me as the cuddling type.”

“I’m just full of surprises.”

Brittany chuckles before going off to find Santana some pajamas to borrow.

\\

Brittany doesn’t know why, but suddenly she wishes her pajama drawer was filled with something better than old shirts from sports teams she used to play for and shorts with random designs on them. She doesn’t know what Santana wears to bed, but she imagines something fancy that actually comes in a set or maybe something silky and expensive?

Brittany doesn’t own anything remotely close to that.

She knows she’s overthinking this now, it’s only pajamas after all, and tries to push away the nerves. Ultimately, she settles for her favorite sleep shirt and shorts because they feel the nicest and she secretly thinks Santana would look super cute in shorts with little rubber ducks on them.

“Sorry they’re not matching,” Brittany finds herself saying as she hands them over.

Santana gives her a confused smile, “That’s okay. It’s very you.”

Brittany tilts her head to the side, unsure of how to take that.

“I mean that in a good way,” Santana explains, “You have a signature style, it’s cute.”

Brittany ducks her head bashfully before turning to find something for herself to wear.

\\

The realization that Santana is going to be sleeping over in her bed with it just being the two of them starts to settle in. She’s had sleepovers with her friends before, but not like this – not with someone she’s dating – and Brittany starts to feel a mix of anxious and giddy.

Does she change into her pajamas right here or should she excuse herself to the bathroom? She remembers how Santana reacted the first time she took her top off in the locker room, but she also remembers how they were barely wearing anything when they showered together.

Brittany’s at a loss and she doesn’t realize she’s just standing there holding a pile of clothes until Santana quietly clears her throat. When Brittany turns, she’s finds that Santana has already changed and is looking as cute and comfy as ever.

“Do you have a spare toothbrush and maybe some make up wipes I could use?” Santana asks and there’s just a slight edge to her voice that lets Brittany know she isn’t the only one that’s a little nervous about this arrangement.

“Oh yeah, sorry. I’m not being a very good host.”

“You’re a great host,” Santana assures her with a smile then gestures to her bottoms, “I think I rock the hell out of these shorts. Don’t you think?”

Brittany chuckles as she nods, “I had a feeling rubber ducks would suit you.”

Santana does a little sway of her hips and it’s enough to ease Brittany’s nerves for the moment.

“I’ll get you a toothbrush and stuff,” Brittany replies and turns towards the bathroom she and Pete share.

Santana follows behind and stops next to Brittany at the bathroom sink while Brittany sorts through the top cabinet for a spare toothbrush and her make up remover.

“This okay?” She asks as she hands them over to Santana.

“Yeah.”

“Okay cool,” Brittany hesitates in the bathroom doorway wondering if she should stay and do her nightly routine too before realizing that she hasn’t even changed clothes yet.

“I’ll just go change,” She tells Santana, “I’ll be back.”

Santana only smiles at her through the mirror before lining the bristles of her toothbrush with toothpaste.

\\

Once they finish up in the bathroom, Brittany and Santana wander back into the bedroom. They do this awkward little dance of putting away their clothes and getting ready for bed. Brittany has her mattress pushed into the corner of her room and quickly rids her bed of the stuffed animals and extra pillows she usually sleeps with in order to make some room for Santana.

“Is there a certain side you prefer?” She asks and Santana shakes her head, “Okay. Well, I’ll take the wall side incase you need to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night or something.”

“Okay,” Santana nods before Brittany’s crawling in under the covers. Santana isn’t that far behind her and they quietly get settled.

There’s a weird tension in the air and Brittany’s not quite sure what to do about it. She only stares up at the ceiling with her hands folded atop her stomach over the blankets. Her mind is moving through thought after thought at a mile a minute and she just hopes that it settles down soon so she can get a little sleep.

But, with Santana lying so close to her it makes it difficult to calm down. When she glances to her side, she finds Santana’s dark brown eyes staring back curiously.

“Do I make you nervous?” Santana asks and there’s this rasp to her tone that Brittany isn’t used to.

Brittany’s words get caught somewhere so that should be enough to answer that. Instead, she just nods as a blush blooms.

“In a good way?” Santana asks.

Brittany nods again, a shy smile gracing her lips.

“You make me nervous in a good way too.”

Brittany feels her heart skip a couple beats and she can’t help but roll onto her side so that she can face Santana fully. Her face is bare of any make up, her eyelids look heavy with sleep and if there was one word Brittany could use to describe how she looks right now it’s content.

It has her reaching up to trace the side of Santana’s cheek, as if to make sure that this is really happening – that Santana’s really here in her bed resting her pretty little head on her pillow. The smile that forms on Santana’s face from the touch melts Brittany and she can’t help but lean in to kiss soft lips.

It’s languid and sweet, the best kind of almost goodnight. When they pull apart a moment later, Brittany moves the hand that was cupping Santana’s cheek down to rest on her waist instead. Santana’s got her hand tucked under her pillow while the other plays with the hem of Brittany’s t-shirt. Brittany feels oddly comfortable now as they lie there despite feeling so wound up earlier.

Now, her eyelids feel heavy and she’s sure a yawn is not too far away. For now though, she’s content with just watching Santana’s lashes flutter and the way dark brown eyes shift back and forth from her gaze to her lips. It makes Brittany want to pull Santana in closer just so she can kiss her again and again.

“I had a lot of fun with you on our date,” Brittany admits instead.

“Me too,” Santana replies before she starts to smirk, “Even if you roped me into watching a scary movie.”

Brittany bites her lip to keep from giggling at the sarcasm, “Well, if I picked something else you wouldn’t be here right now.”

“Funny how that worked out,” Santana grins as she gives a little tug to Brittany’s shirt, “Almost like you planned it.”

Brittany leans into it, letting Santana drag her in so that their chests are nearly flush.

Only their knees knock together and before Brittany knows it, Santana’s slipping her thigh between Brittany’s while her hand curls around the blonde’s waist. They’re completely wrapped up in each other now and Brittany’s never felt so comfortable sleeping with another person before.

“So much for staying on your side,” Brittany jokes.

“I can move?” Santana teases right back.

“No, no. You stay.”

It’s kind of the worst thing ever when she remembers that they probably can’t do this all the time. But still, she soaks it in regardless – memorizing the feel of Santana’s smooth legs against her own, the way Santana’s hands caress the exposed skin just above her sleep shorts, how the tip of Santana’s little nose bumps her own every so often as she inhales.

“I wish we could do this all the time,” Brittany mumbles dreamily without thinking.

Santana gives her a confused grin, “What?”

“This,” Brittany says as she runs her fingers down Santana’s back, “It’s nice. We don’t really get to do it often, we never have the time.”

“Yeah,” Santana sighs before kissing the tip of Brittany’s nose, “Maybe you and I should try to make time.”

Brittany starts to smile. She remembers a conversation similar to this from a past relationship and how the other person wasn’t too willing to try and make changes which ended up being the main reason for the breakup. Brittany couldn’t understand how someone wouldn’t be willing to try, but it’s so satisfying to see that it’s something she doesn’t have to worry about with Santana.

She remembers her other relationships and how much it sucked to go through a breakup, but she moved on eventually because her feelings for them weren’t ever super strong – not compared to how she feels about Santana anyway.

Santana’s like a cold glass of Dr. Pepper on a hot sunny day. No, Santana’s like three scoops of ice cream when you only asked for two. No, Santana’s like taking a bubble bath with extra bubbles after football practice in the pouring rain.

The way Brittany feels about her, it’s nothing she’s ever experienced before. No one she has ever dated – boy or girl – can even compare. Santana’s one of a kind and maybe, just maybe, Brittany thinks she might know why.

She’s never experienced it for herself before, but she knows what real love looks like.

Maybe that might be this?

“What are you smiling for?” Santana asks, but she sounds surprisingly more sleepy than before and it makes Brittany’s heart swell.

“Just thinking about somethin’.”

“Like?”

Brittany only shakes her head as she slides her hand up and down Santana’s back again, almost like she’s lulling the girl to sleep. It seems to work as she watches Santana’s eyes close for longer periods of time, her breathing becoming slow and even. When Santana’s eyes open once more, she looks to Brittany for an answer as if she didn’t just fall into a micro-sleep and it makes the blonde chuckle quietly.

“I’ll tell you when I know for sure,” Brittany replies.

Santana pouts at Brittany’s cryptic words, “Know what?”

Brittany sighs but it’s full of adoration, “Don’t worry. Just go to sleep, baby.”

She almost doesn’t notice how easily the term of endearment falls from her lips, she wouldn’t have noticed at all if Santana’s eyes did slowly open in wonder.

Brittany feels a little shy about the slip up, but she can’t find it in her to say it was an accident because it really wasn’t. She has felt the word bubbling up inside of her, begging to slip out for awhile now, especially when they’re like this – when the rest of this town is fast asleep and it seems like they’re the only ones left awake in Lima.

“Did you just…” Santana stammers.

Brittany is uncertain about her tone, “Is that okay?”

Santana ponders a moment, “I usually hate it when guys call me that. It always made me feel gross.”

Brittany’s face falls. She feels absolutely mortified, “Oh.”

“But it’s different with you,” Santana assures her with a smile, “It doesn’t make me feel gross, it makes me feel… special. I like it.”

“I like you,” Brittany says without missing a beat.

Santana blushes as she adjusts her head against the pillow, “Ditto.”

Brittany can only give Santana her famous mega-watt smile in response.

#Lost in the Lights #Brittana fanfics #Brittana #QB!Britt

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

She’s Real - Patrick Hockstetter (IT)

Literally no idea why, I have nothing else to post right now and I made this when I was having a bad day.

It’s Patrick, don’t expect anything good or wholesome to come from this. That’s the warning.

~~~~~~~~~~

It was a normal school day for Patrick, terrorizing the Losers, being Henry’s right hand man, wondering when he’s ascend to the heavens to truly take the role of god that he knew he was. Yep, just a normal day.

Something felt different though, he could feel it and he wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the unfamiliar face he saw walking down the halls of the school.

Patrick had never seen this girl before, she must’ve been new. Fresh meat, he thought. The only other new kid was Ben, and they always had trouble finding him. Little bastard had skills for avoiding people.

Henry looked over at Patrick, they both had sinister smiles painted on their faces. Vic and Reggie blindly followed behind them, preparing themselves to do some terrorizing.

The girl jumped when her locker suddenly closed shut, revealing Henry and the rest of the gang.

She had heard of the bullies as soon as she entered the school grounds, mostly from Bill who told her he liked targeting the weaker kids, those including new students as well.

“Well, well, well. Look who we have here.” Henry sneered. “New girl, huh?”

The girl simply nodded, already not looking forward to the conversation.

“I assume you just moved into town?” He smiled.

The girl got really nervous when she heard the supposed bully’s sweet tone, knowing that he was apparently known for being cruel. She didn’t want to fall for his game, but she wanted to give them all the benefit of the doubt, being an open-minded person.

The girl forced a weak smile and nodded. “Moved here a few days ago.” Her voice cracked slightly, making her subtly clear her voice.

Patrick grinned. He heard the waver in her voice that the others didn’t, he could feel that she was nervous just in the presence of them. He looked her up and down, admiring her figure and immediately daydreaming about how he’d use this girl.

“What’s your name?” Henry asked.

“Avery.”

Patrick’s grin quickly left his face, a flood of memories coming back to him all at once, making his knees buckle slightly. Thankfully, no one noticed.

The rest of the bullies all watched in confusion as Henry kept up a somewhat decent conversation with Avery, not even insulting her once.

Patrick just wanted to get out of there so he could harass some Loser. He let out a sigh of frustration as soon as they walked away, and stormed up to Henry. “What the fuck was that? Why’d you keep talking to that cunt?”

“She seemed nice.” Reggie mumbled out, him quickly shutting up when Patrick threw him a harsh glare.

“I have a plan.” Henry started. “The chick’s a people pleaser, that much I can tell. So, she’s probably easy.”

The rest of the group finally understood his ulterior motive, but Patrick still felt rage inside of him.

“We’ll stay nice, for now. We’ll invite her to the dump and we’ll all get our turn with her.” Henry high fived the group, Patrick reluctantly giving one back.

He didn’t like it, not one bit. Avery was the only other real person that threatened him, but he took care of that. Now, he felt like the universe was against him, bringing another real person into the world without his say. Including the same name as his baby brother.

He needed to do something about it, and quick. That girl was not going to take his world away from him.

It took every ounce of willpower from Patrick to not snap the girl’s neck over the past week. Henry’s plan was being played out perfectly though. They had successfully gained Avery’s trust and friendship, and they actually got along. She didn’t know what kids were talking about when they called the group monsters. They sure didn’t act like monsters, not to her at least.

Avery noticed Patrick staring at her from the corner of her eye. He did that a lot. It kind of made her nervous, despite hanging out with the creepiest guys in the school. There was just something about his intense blue eyes, like he was staring into her soul.

She had always thought Patrick to be handsome, looking past his creepiness. The staring making her nervous, possibly in a good way. But she felt a darkness about him, that made her stay away from her attraction.

Patrick blinked when Henry snapped his fingers in front of his face. “The fuck’s up with you? Staring off into space or some shit.” Henry barked out.

Patrick scowled. “I’m fuckin’ bored just sitting here.”

Henry suddenly had an idea and grinned. “You know what? Why don’t we skip?”

Avery laughed. “And go where?”

“We have a special place where we hang out.” Henry nudged her shoulder. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Patrick had no idea why he didn’t want this to happen. Usually, he’d be all for Henry’s cruel plans, loving them as well. But the thought of all the boys taking their turns with Avery made him sick.

Avery hummed in thought. 

Say no. Say no.

“Sure, why not?” She shrugged and giggled.

Fuck.

All the boys and Avery piled into Reggie’s car, quickly speeding off from the school parking lot.

Henry made Avery sit in the back with him. Vic and Reggie were nervous by how Patrick kept glaring at Henry every once in a while. But they kept quiet.

Patrick hopped out of the vehicle with a huff, slamming the door shut.

Henry was like a leech, staying by Avery’s side without letting go. It made Patrick angry, but he kept it to himself. He just had to wait it out.

“Wow.” Avery awed, looking around. “Besides being a literal dump, this is actually a cool place to hang out.”

Henry wore an evil smirk that made Avery uncomfortable when she turned around to look at him, especially the next words that came out of his mouth. “Okay boys, who wants to go first?”

“What?” Avery stuttered.

Henry strolled over to the now scared girl, placing a firm hand on her shoulder. “Did you really think we were friends? We just wanna fuck you.”

Avery’s eyes widened, pushing the boy away harshly, making him scowl. “Get the fuck away from me!”

“This’ll go a lot easier if you just cooperate, doll.”

Patrick sighed when he saw her frightened face. “Let her be, Henry.”

Henry turned around to face his friend slowly. “The fuck did you just say, Hockstetter?”

Patrick was annoyed, storming up to the boy with the mullet and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. “I said, leave Avery the fuck alone.” He spat, making Henry scared.

Vic and Reggie were shocked at Patrick’s actions, cowering in fear just like their leader. “Get the fuck outta here!” Patrick yelled at all the boys.

Henry quickly ran to the car, the other two following suit and driving off in a hurry.

After Patrick forced all his friends to leave, he turned back to Avery who was wearing a shocked and scared expression. “Why’d you do that?” She asked.

“I couldn’t let those assholes hurt you.” Patrick fussed, not even hiding that fact that he was pissed about it.

Avery paled. “Oh...” She paused, “well, thank you then.”

Patrick walked over to her and carefully sat her down. “I was actually hoping that you would’ve said no to coming here.”

“Why? Why’d you do this for me?”

Patrick looked Avery straight in the eyes, with that same intense stare, making her blush. “You’re different. I can feel it.”

Avery furrowed her brows. “Different? I’m just a girl.”

Patrick shook his head. “No...you’re real.”

Before Avery could ask what that meant, Patrick leaned in and planted a rough kiss on her lips. Avery was shocked. She knew she shouldn’t have enjoyed it, but she did and relaxed into the kiss.

Patrick brought a large hand up to her neck and squeezed gently, making sure not to hurt her. He pulled away slightly to whisper two words that made Avery confused. “I’m sorry...”

Avery’s eyes widened when she felt both Patrick’s hands squeeze her throat tightly, blocking her airways.

Patrick pulled away from the kiss to look at her with slight remorse. “You are real, Avery. And because you’re real, you threaten me.”

Avery was too busy trying to claw Patrick’s hands away to even register what he was saying.

“If you weren’t different, maybe things could be okay. But you’re not. Only I can be here, that’s why I had to kill my baby brother. He would’ve done the same to me if he ever got the chance.”

Soon, Avery stopped trying to fight. Her face was turning purple, her eyes turning blood red. Patrick remembered his brother’s face when he suffocated. It strangely...beautiful.

Patrick watched as Avery’s arms pitifully fell limp to her sides and her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She stopped moving. She stopped trying to gasp for air.

It was a few seconds that Patrick held on, but then he slowly released his grip. He felt a sense of a accomplishment when the girl didn’t move, at all.

Patrick didn’t have to worry anymore. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Sorry, I don’t know what y’all expected🙃

#it (movie) #patrick hockstetter #henry bowers #patrick hocksetter imagine #owen teague

[thenakedgingerwrites]

Cock in a Box (part 5)

AN: I had plans of a second installment to this series where Ben gets even and I’ve finally started it off. I hope you enjoy!

My revenge plot was brewing. Every pat on the back from a random gay guy, every comment about my dick or my cum show, fuck, even every razz at Kevin blowing me was another degree of heat added to my internal rage. But I couldn’t let it show, not yet.

Rodger and Mike seemed the most apologetic of my crew of friends, Brad the least. Kevin felt we were ‘fair’ since he had blown me which somehow he believed was actually worse. I contemplated whether I would have traded spots with him. He would have been fully exposed to our group but would I have blown a guy to have stayed clothed? I’m not sure.

Dan had found the whole ordeal funny but ‘nothing to worry about.’ It was ‘no big deal, so some gay guys saw your dick, who cares?’

“You looking to whip it out too then?” I had asked, playfully but with mental daggers to my words. He laughed it off and turned to talk to Sean, my younger brother. I couldn’t believe Sean had let this all happen. Sure, I had been a bit of a bully to him when we were kids but that’s just how brothers were. I couldn’t believe that he would let this happen to his brother. Even worse that he had watched!

And while there was a bit of anonymity, being in Vegas, guys now had pictures of my nudity and pictures of my face. Separate, at least, but they knew. They could post them anywhere!

I had to get even.

I had to get them worse than how they got me.

It wasn’t until I had gotten a moment alone with Anita Gudphuck, the MC of the show, that it started to become a concrete plan. I was slightly perturbed by her, or him? But the opportunity to get my ‘friends’ back was enough to create a treaty in my mind. We exchanged numbers and I began texting her. 

Oh wow, you’re sadistic. She sent me that text after I outlined my plan while my friends drunkenly benefited from my free tab.

You have no idea. Can you make the changes by tomorrow? I replied to her.

Fuck yes. This will be the best show yet.

I encouraged her to make this the most crowded event yet and after tonight’s show, she was sure every gay man there would tell their friends about the secret event happening the next night that promised to top it.

Setting the trap for my friends was tough, though. As the night at the bar progressed, I began to act a bit upset and frustrated that I was the only one actually participating. That it wasn’t fair and they should have to actually play the game.

“I fucking sucked your dick for my crimes, dude, I’m exhonerated.” Kevin was still trying to convince me that we were even. As if.

Dan mentioned that, “They apparently only do those on Fridays so we missed our chance. But you can expect great wedding presents as penance.”

“You better have already gotten me great wedding presents, you dick!” I shot back.

He just shrugged and laughed it off. Mike was actually the one to say the line I was hoping for, “If they had it every night or something, I’d agree, but they don’t. Sorry Ben.”

Rodger echoed his apologies and willingness to have participated if they could. The other guys agreed or nodded along, except for Kevin that is.

Cue Anita.

“Do mine ears deceive me?” she appeared almost out of nowhere at Mike’s comment. “Marty, how’s the tongue? Still got dick taste on it?”

We laughed while Kevin pursed his lips and looked down.

Mike reitoreatted, “we were saying that a bunch of us felt bad and wish we could pay Ben back or something.”

“Well,” she admitted, “I could talk to the owner, see what I could do for an encore show tomorrow night.”

The men’s eyes went wide. I spoke first, “Oh would you?! That would be wonderful, Anita!” I turned to my ‘friends’ and brother to put their money where their mouths were, so to speak. No one was pleased about this opportunity Anita had presented us with.

Kevin, no surprise, was the first to push back. “No fucking way. I agree these dipshits should have to play but I did my part.”

Brad chimed in, “But it was your idea in the first place Kevin. The only reason you did it was to keep that a secret!”

“Which, it clearly didn’t stay that way. So I sucked a dick for nothing.”

I yelled, “nothing?! A bunch of gay guys have a picture of my dick and my face out there!”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Ben,” Kevin tried to tell me.

“It isn’t? Then it sounds like you’re happy to play?!”

He started to get upset with me. “No way Ben, I’m not doing it.”

I honestly was pissed but spoke harsher than I potentially intended to set up the trap. “Fuck you.” I looked at all of them but kept my eyes mostly on Kevin. “You guys went too far on this ‘prank.’ Honestly, I’m not sure that I can forgive you but if you have to go through the same shit as me, maybe I can.”

Dan was nervous. “Ben, we’re really sorry. Honestly.”

“A fat load of good that does when I just got blown on stage.”

They couldn’t meet my eyes. They knew they went too far but no one was eager to take my place after having seen what happened to me. They worried they’d have the same experience although they didn’t know how much more I had in store for them if this worked.

Kevin stood firm. “I’m not doing it, Ben.”

We stood there, lips locked waiting for someone to say something. 

“Well this is getting awkward, boys.” Anita was the one to break the tension, slightly.

“Hardly. Fine, be that way, but you’re out of the wedding.” I said, mostly towards Kevin.

“Fuck if I care,” he replied.

“Ben, come’on.” Some of the guys tried to reason with me. That I was taking this too far.

“No, fuck him! And fuck you guys too. You’re all out. If you could do this shit to your friend and not feel obligated to pay up, then fuck you. I don’t want to see any of you again.” I spoke that last line to my brother specifically.

I stormed off. Mike tried to stop me but I shot daggers at him with my eyes.

They don’t know if you’re serious. Anita’s text came through a minute later as I walked the strip by myself. The one with the tattoo is considering it though.

That would be Mike. He was probably the most empathetic out of our group. Well I couldn’t give them any leeway or sign of weakness from my end. I had to be steadfast at my resolve to never see them again unless they participated and let me get ‘even.’

I ignored their texts and their calls. My fiance even called me once to make sure I was okay. Apparently they called her and, without giving anything specific away, said they had pranked me and I was being a poor sport. I dodged her questions on the prank and shared how little I cared for them. Sarah wasn’t exactly a fan of a few of my guy friends so she was happy to jump on the bandwagon of throwing shit their way.

I told her they were out of the wedding, yes even Sean, and while she was a bit shocked and hesitant at first, she was happy that I was looking to cut these rowdy guys from my life. After we hung up, she must have relayed my seriousness to my friend’s partners or maybe them directly, because 15 minutes later I got a text from Anita with a winky face and a text from Kevin saying just a single word: fine.

#revenge #aware

[sery-chan-13]

With The Memories

Chapter 3 to '100 Promises'

Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

Warnings: Swearing, violence, weapons, bullying, blood.

"Haha, come on (Y/N)! You don't want to miss this, do you?" The boy shouted excitedly. You two had gotten permission to go off to a festival by yourselves. He had been on a trip with his parents for two weeks, and it would be the first time you two saw each other since then. You giggled, running down the stairs. "No, give me a second!" You shouted back, basically jumping into his arms. He laughed as you hugged him, burying your head into the crook of his neck. "I missed you! I'm so glad you're back," you said gleefully. He smiled, letting you go to push up his glasses. "Well, let's get going," he said. You nodded, grabbing his hand as you two walked through the crowded streets of Tokyo.

"And there was this really cool arcade with tons of games! I was really surprised that they even let me go, but it was more of a way for me to let them have alone time. Well, it was more mom's idea than dad's, but still, I want to take you there one day!" He excitedly rambled about his trip. Over the past year, Niragi's mother had noticed the way she treated you and her son was wrong on so many levels. So, she apologized to you, saying that she knew what she had done was wrong, and that it was ok if you didn't forgive her. Forgiveness wasn't something that came easy to you, especially when it was someone who had wronged you so much. But once you saw that she was trying to change and making an effort be better, you did. "Aww, that's so cool Gigi!" You shouted. "(Y/N) that nickname is so embarrassing..." he muttered, the tips of his ears turning pink. You laughed softly, apologizing.

You two had walked around, going on different rides, and trying different games. You had won a lot of games, and so had Niragi. "I'll trade you 5 ring pops for your sour patch kids," you said, holding them out to him. "Hmm... ok!" He said, switching the sweets with you.

The last game Niragi played, he had decided to give the prize to you. "Oh, is that your girlfriend?" The person tending to the game stall asked. You both shook your heads. "My apologies, well, you won so pick your prize young man," they said. Niragi, being more attentive than most, saw how you had looked at one of the stuffed animals on the wall. He pointed to it, and they got it down for him. They winked at him, whispering a 'good luck', before letting you two on your way. "Here you go, (N/N)," he said, giving it to you. Your eyes lit up with joy. "You're giving it to me? But you won the game," you asked, hugging it tightly. "Because you deserve it. I left you for two weeks," he smiled, patting your head. "Thank you!" You chirped, grabbing his hand, leading him to other places around the festival.

Niragi stood on the roof after Chishiya left, remembering the memory. It had only been a few years ago, when you were both 16. Could you really be here in the Borderlands? Or did Chishiya find out about you through someone, and now was using you as a way to piss him off? Or as a way to find a weakness in him? He looked out towards the people partying below. "All so pathetic. Having a party every day, every night as if none of them die. As if none of them could die right now," he scoffed out loud to himself. He tried to make his mind think of anything else, but he couldn't. She was the only thing on his mind. The girl who had been by his side for years.

"Niragi! Where are you? This isn't funny anymore, come out!" You yelled into the darkness of the empty park. You two had started a game of hide and seek, but it had gotten late, and yous still hadn't found him. You began to worry about what had happened to him, but pushed the thoughts aside, beginning to look more. "Niragi! Niragi Suguru, if you don't come out, I'm leaving and the next time I see you, I'll beat your dumbass!" You threatened, feeling frightened of the darkness. There were a few streetlamps, which only made it creepier to you. You heard boisterous laughter and yelling, and decided to go find what was causing it. Maybe it was Niragi? You sped walk over to the noise, it getting louder as you went. You tried to walk as fast, but as quiet as you could. You walked closer, seeing it was the guys from school. You looked up the tree they kept throwing things at, seeing Niragi up there. You gasped quietly, looking around, seeing what you could do. You saw one of them had left their baseball bat over where you were, and grabbed it. You put it over your shoulder, walking to where they could see you. "Don't you have anything better to do?" You asked, looking disgusted at them. Niragi's eyes widened with excitement. He knew you were not a delicate little flower, and as much as he hated to admit it, you were braver than he ever was.

"Aw, look it's his little girlfriend," one of them taunted. "What are you? Five? And if I was? At least he would have one," you laughed. One of the boys charged at you, going to grab you, but you quickly swung the baseball bat at his arm. You heard a cracking noise, and laughed, hearing him howl in pain, rolling on the floor. The noise wasn't sickening to you. It made you feel... in control. "Strike 1!" You shouted, looking at Niragi with a smile. He laughed as well, seeing the people who tortured you two feel pain. Another one of them had thrown a rock at you, which you easily dogged. "Do better!" You taunted. Another one of them had tried to hit you, getting to close. You swung your bat, hitting him in the head. "Strike 2!" Niragi shouted from the tree, watching to see if you needed his help. He saw you smile at him again. He would help if you asked him to. But, he also knew how much fun you had putting people in their place. Well, outside of your house anyways.

You laughed, seeing as they were scared now. "You bitch!" The second to last boy yelled, throwing another rock at you. You smiled, hitting it back with the bat. It hit his nose, and he yelped in pain. You watched as blood dripped from his nose, onto his lip, and on to the ground below. "Strike three, you're out!" Both you and Niragi taunted together. The leader of the group, or as you like to call him, the biggest idiot of the group, was the last one left. He pulled something out of his pocket. "People like you piss me off. You always think you're so good until someone else has the upper hand. You've spent the last 3 years of our lives tormenting us, and now we finally have the courage to stand up for ourselves. No more defenseless little girl. No more playing nice," you said. Niragi noticed him pull something from his pocket, and quietly jumped down from the tree. He walked behind, and you saw him. Watching his movements. "You think you know it all. But I bet you didn't see this coming!" The guy yelled, pulling the pocket knife out, charging at you. 'Child's play' you thought, waiting for him to get closer before you threw the bat towards Niragi. He caught it, and you smiled psychotically, crouching down quickly. Niragi threw the bat, and it fell just in front of the boy. He didn't have time to stop his attack, so he tripped over the bat. You heard a scream, and looked over, seeing the knife had gone through his hand. Both you and Niragi laughed watching him squirm in pain. You two watched as blood poured out onto the floor bellow him. "Karma's a sweet woman!" You shouted, walking over to Niragi. He high-fived you with a laugh. "Just to be nice, I'm going to give you advice, don't pull out that knife, and go to the hospital. And don't mention us, because you will live long enough to regret it," you smirked, walking off with Niragi.

Niragi found himself laughing at the memory. "I was so useless in that instance... but her? No way. She'll survive here, I know it," he said to himself. He remembered how he thought you looked like a goddess in that moment. A saving grace for him. Not an angel, because you were far from holy, but a goddess of... well, he liked to call it karma. "Maybe... maybe I don't have to wait for a game to see her. If I know her, I know where she is," he whispered to himself. If anyone could survive these games, it would be you.

Last Boss had come up besides him. "My patrol is over?" Niragi guessed, looking at the man besides him. He only nodded. "Alrighty, well, good luck, I might be out late tonight, but don't worry because I'll be back with someone who could be highly useful to us," Niragi said. "Who might that be?'' Last Boss asked, quite curious. "(L/N) (Y/N). The most badass and clever girl I've ever met," Niragi stated with a smirk. "Is she good with weapons?" He asked. Niragi nodded. He knew you were skilled with those things. The world had let you to be. "Well, you should be telling Aguni and Hatter, not me, but she sounds interesting," Last Boss commented.

Niragi walked to the room where he expected Aguni and Hatter to be. They were there, sitting at the table, drinking some kind of liquor. "Hey, I got word from Chishiya of a talented player. I know who she is, what she can do, and have an idea of where she might be. I'm going out to find her, and bring her back here," Niragi said as soon as he went into the room. Hatter smiled his usual charming smile. "Her name? What relation she has to you and how long you've known her, as well as the skills you say she has?" Aguni questioned, keeping the stoic look on his face. "(L/N) (Y/N), I've known her for 8 almost 9 years, she's skilled in weapons, reading people, and quite intelligent as well as clever. She doesn't get attached easily, and would sacrifice others to achieve her goals, so a potentially strong player for hearts and diamonds games," Niragi stated. "Ooh, how interesting! I like her already. If you can find her bring her back, I'm sure she'd be quite good for the militals, wouldn't she?" Hatter asked, looking over at Aguni, who nodded. Niragi smirked, nodding and heading out.

Oh wow, what's this? (Y/N) isn't a scared little baby who can't do anything for herself? That's right bitches! (Your all very lovely, don't worry^_^) I got tired of (Y/N) always being a crybaby and being to weak for her own good, so we are attempting to make her a Harley Quinn type character, with the confidence of the boys at my school who thought I'd say yes when they asked me out, and the badass attitude of... well... me? I don't know, all I'm saying is, she isn't going to all like "Help me! I can't do anything for myself and everything scares me!" Kind of character. It's totally ok if your (Y/N) is like that, it's just I didn't want mine to be like that. No hate to anyone who makes theirs like what I described, you guys are amazing nonetheless!

#alice in borderland #niragi #×reader #fluff #angst #100 Promises

[yeetedintoouterspaces]

Caneles ☁️💫

▪︎pairing(s): Miya Osamu x Reader

▪︎genre: fluff!

▪︎warning(s): mentions of bullying but it ends with fluff!

Y/n L/n, a decently popular girl who is well known for her baked goods. Although she's been pretty popular among the boys, she's never really liked any of them.

Because there is only one she likes. And that person was none other than Miya Osamu.

How cliched, the man who is best knowned for his love for food and huge appetite is liked by the one angel who bakes the best sweets in Inraizaki. But here's the twist, Y/n has fallen into some deep "drama". To be honest, none of the rumours circulated about her was remotely true. Of course they aren't. Only a fool would believe rumours. Unfortunately, that isn't the case here. Many fell for the lies of Himiko Saiko.

Y/n was in a friend group consisting of Saiko, Maika and Shana. They were the classic fangirls who fawned over the popular Miya twins. However Y/n has been catching Osamu's attention because of her amazing culinary skills of course. So Y/n continued to bake with Osamu in mind. Especially Caneles, since they were Y/n's specialty.

Of course the other girls never liked that. I mean, Y/n is getting a chance with Miya Osamu, arguably one of the most popular boys in Inraizaki. Of course they would do anything in their power to stop that. Even if it meant for them to betray her trust.

~ the first attempt ~

Y/n got the group a bunch of matching scrunchies because she wanted to thank them for being her friend. Y/n is a shy girl and she was so happy to finally be accepted into a group where she isn't judged for who she is. She smiled as she passed everyone a scrunchie, thanking them as well. "Ah! Sorry I need to get somewhere." Y/n says as she hastily leaves the classroom.

This was the perfect opportunity for the girls to strike.

Saiko sarcastically says loudly, "wow~ how thoughtful of her! Too bad these don't go well with any of my clothes~" Saiko stood up from her seat as she threw the scrunchie into the trash bin.

The other girls followed along as they sat back down at their seats.

"Ne Osamu-kun, don't 'cha think that was lame of Y/n?" Saiko asks as she looks at the boy. Osamu stayed silent, not wanting to involve himself into any drama. Saiko smiled and giggled, "that's what I thought. You dont't like her too!"

Saiko made her way to his seat and sat next to him. She rested her head against her hand as she asked, "ne Osamu-kun~ Does Y/n-chan annoy you a lot?~ She keeps giving you food. Don't you think that's pretencious of her?"

"I-" before he could say anything, Y/n came back into the class. As she was walking pass the trash bin, she saw the familiar fabric pieces she just gave to her "friends". Not wanting to cause anything unnecessary, she sat back down at her seat, holding back her tears.

Y/n was giving them the benefit of the doubt that it was an accident or someone else has those scrunchies and it wasn't her friends who threw them away.

She stayed silent as she continued the rest of her day.

~ the second attempt ~

Y/n was absent from school so the girls took the chance to do something nasty.

"Oh my gosh! Did you hear that Y/n dated 2 guys at once? What a slut! She should know better as our friend!" Saiko says obnoxiously loud, so the whole class could hear. Osamu could hear the lace of poison following the word friend. These girls are horrible and he wanted to do something. But what could he do? He didn't know what to do and who could blame him to be honest.

The other 2 girls followed along saying, "now that I think about it, didn't she cheat on someone recently?" "Mhm! It was the third year senior right?"

Suddenly the class was filled with whispers and muttering. Everything was going according to plan for the girls. Adorable Y/n's reputation which was perfect and seamless, was now like cinders at a fireplace. Burnt and gone.

~ the third attempt ~

Y/n made a fresh batch of caneles, wanting to give them to Osamu. She packed them into a cute paper bag and for the final touch, placed a cute rabbit sticker to hold the bag shut.

As she was making her way to school, she saw her crush and ran over.

"Ne Osamu-kun!" Y/n called out as she waved. She passed him the bag of Caneles and smiled, "I really hope you like them!" Osamu smiled back, "thank you, I'm sure they'll taste good." Y/n ran off first as she had morning duty. Of course Saiko and the others saw everything unveil. And of course they had to do something.

The group made their way to Osamu and Saiko sighed. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry Osamu-kun. Is she annoying you again? I'll do something about it next time." And with that, she snatched the bad of food out of his hands and threw it into the bin.

Furious, Osamu shouted, "hey! Quit bein' a bitch to Y/n. You're just jeal-" "I have nothing to be jealous of Osamu-kun. She's an obnoxious girl who only wants your attention. She's pathetic."

And with that, the group left. Out of sight from Osamu and Y/n.

~ the fourth attempt ~

School just ended and Y/n was tired out of her mind. She couldn't wait to get home and bake something. What will she make this time? Macarons? Marshmallows? Chocolates? Or maybe her special, Caneles!

She also wanted to make them becase she wanted to give more to Osamu. He said that he couldn't eat any because his pig of a brother devoured them all. But little did she know, it was a lie.

As Y/n stood up, going to leave school, Saiko and the others stopped her. "Ne Y/n-chan, stop annoying Osamu-kun. Can't you see he's annoyed?" "I-I, uh. I didn't know," Y/n muttered softly. "Of course you wouldn't know an obnoxious bitch like you wouldn't notice."

Y/n retorted back, "I don't appreciate what you just said. Can't we just talk it ou-" "We don't want anything to do with you Y/n."

Y/n was on the verge of tears, she didn't want to cry now. She didn't want to look like a weak coward. Oh gosh, she wanted to die right now. She just wanted to go home and cry her eyes out.

Osamu saw everything and ran towards the scene, full speed ahead. "Screw of bitches!" He shouts as he holds Y/n's hand. He dragged her while he was running, forcing her to run with him too.

"W-Wait a sec, what are you doing?" Y/n asks clearly confused.

"Y/n they aren't your friends." He says with no hesitation. "W-What? I don't understand what you're saying Osamu-kun." Y/n whispers softly. She looked down as she played with the hem of her skirt. She knew what he meant but she didn't want to admit it. She never really had friends. So of course she would want to stick with them.

"Y/n you know damn clear about what I'm talkin' about... This actually hurts to see. You're amazing Y/n! You don't need trashy bitches to dictate you. So how 'bout we ditch 'em and we bake and cook together. We could have the time of our lives without anyone judging us."

And with that, for the first time in a while, Y/n could let out her tears. She cried softly as she crutched down to her knees. After all that happened, she finally has someone genuine that cares about her. After all those toxic encounters, she felt loved and cared for.

Osamu gets down as well to hug her. She smiled as tears continued to stream down her cheeks, "thank you," she managed to mutter out.

"I don't wanna see you ever crying again. You're a pretty girl Y/n."

Y/n blushes and chuckled, "her laugh is beautiful" Osamu thought to himself. "Thanks Osamu-kun. That was really sweet of you." Y/n got up and grabbed a bag of something from her backpack.

"For you!" She continues, placing the bag in Osamu's hand. "They are Caneles but I didn't want to pass this batch to you because I was planning to pass them to Saiko.." she bitterly continues.

"But now I can pass them to you!"

Osamu opens the bag and reaches to take a Canele, he took a bite and was a little surprised. Although it smelt like caramel and a little bitter, it tasted sweet and milky. His eyes sparkled with joy as he took another bite, and another one, and another one, eventually finishing the whole thing.

"Y/n-chan! You're amazing!" He praises as he reaches in to take another one. Y/n laughs, "you really like them do you." Osamu reached out the Canele to Y/n, signalling her to take a bite.

She got the signal and bit into it. "Mmm, it's good!"

"Ne Y/n, let's do this again sometime."

"Mhm!"

And with that, the once notorious Y/n was finally happy as ever. She made new friends and her new life was a 180 degree change from her previous one. She met many wonderful people like Miya Atsumu, Suna Rintaro and many more!

And now, she gained someone she could trust and lean on. Someone that could get her back to herfeet even though she was at her lowest. Her now boyfriend Miya Osamu.

Bonus!:

"Momma! How did you meet Papa?" Y/n's five year old daughter asked. Y/n chuckled, "well it all started with a little pastery Momma loved to make. It is called a Canele."

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#osamu miya #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu x y/n #miya osamu x you #osamu x you #osamu x reader #osamu x y/n #miya osamu fluff #miya osamu imagine #miya osamu scenarios #yeetedintoouterspace #hq miya #hq miya osamu #hq osamu #osamu fluff #osame imagine #osamu scenarios

[greensword101]

My secret santa was @freedom-barricades-bighero16! I am so sorry for the late gift, I tried to finish yesterday, but I had a sudden case of vertigo. But I am pleased with the final product and I hope you are as well. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

“No…” Hiro murmured again, balled up the paper and tossed it over his shoulder. He barely heard the thud of paper hitting paper; no doubt wondering that the wastebasket would need to be emptied again. He combed a hand through his tousled, jet-black hair and slipped another sheet of paper in front of him. The pencil scratched for a few minutes as he worked out what he wanted to draw before discouragement overcame him again and he crumbled the paper and threw it away without a second glance. He dared a glance at the clock and wanted to bang his head against the desk ad nauseum.

Wow. Washed up at fourteen. So sad. He almost heard the rustle of paper from behind before he remembered and scrunched up his eyes to keep the tears from forming. Tadashi wasn’t here to help him now, and he never would ever again. But it helped at times to think of what he would say were they living in a better world. It was effective when thinking of an idea, but every time he tried to imagine Tadashi’s voice now, it would not come to him. He tried to think of what he would say now, what sort of wisdom he would try to impart on Hiro, but he wasn’t sure if Tadashi had ever given him advice on a girl before.

Aunt Cass would be after his hide again if he didn’t put himself into bed, Hiro knew. Bitterness filled his mouth, and it was all he could do to not throw something. Instead, he pushed himself away from his desk and collapsed onto his bed in a dead heap, not bothering to change into pajamas. He just laid there, prone and tired. Seven days until Christmas, he told himself, another year without you, Big Brother.

He wasn’t sure when he fell asleep, but he knew that he hadn’t been underneath his blankets earlier. Now, Mochi was resting, curled up on Hiro’s stomach and a glance at his alarm told him it was just before eight o’clock in the morning. He managed to trudge his way downstairs for breakfast, still groggy with sleep as the hustle and clamor of the café washed over him. Aunt Cass had a plate of eggs and bacon set up for him at a single table with a tall glass of orange juice, which he began to wolf down fervently.

“How’s your little project going?” Aunt Cass asked. His mouth full of food, Hiro took a large swig of juice before he could respond.

“It’s…it’s going bad,” he said bluntly, “I got nothing that might work, and Christmas is in a few days.”

“You could always buy your Secret Santa a gift,” Aunt Cass suggested.

That would work…but I don’t it would be good enough. If it was anyone else he had to get a present for, Hiro would have leapt at the chance to go shopping. But he knew that it had to special, it had to be meaningful since it was coming from him. Tadashi still managed to get him one last Christmas gift even after passing on and it was a meaningful gift that he hoped to cherish for years. For Karmi, it had to be meaningful too.

But what could he get for her that wouldn’t come off as saying Hey, here’s a nice present for you? What’s that? Why does it have your initials engraved into it? It’s because I wanted to show off how much I like you now. Would she like jewelry? He never saw her wearing anything flashy, even during parties. Would she be alright with a stuffed toy? Hiro wasn’t certain if Karmi kept anything plushy around at her age. And what if she didn’t like the gift? Would that mean she would make fun of his efforts?

Suddenly, his appetite left him all at once. He pushed his plate away and looked down into his lap. What was he supposed to come up with in a few days as a gift?  Bells jingled as the entrance was opened and a jangle of voices came in with it. He could pick out a few of them, but the noise swallowed up the words too fast for him to follow. Thankfully, Fred was never capable of keeping his voice ‘room appropriate’ and that was the one Hiro was able to focus on.

“Come on, Wasabi! You gotta admit this was my best idea ever!”

“Fred,” Wasabi drawled, “All you did was tape mistletoe to a hat and wear it all day.”

“That didn’t stop you from kissing me!”

Wasabi chuckled deeply, “I guess it didn’t. Hey, little man. Feeling the reason for the season, yet?”

Hiro turned around and had to hold back a snort of laughter. Fred had decided that a fishing hat was most appropriate for his idea. The mistletoe dangled dangerously close to the edge and had a little strip of scotch tape keeping it there. Wasabi decided to wear a dark green, short-sleeved shirt with a Christmas tree embroidered into it instead of his usual sweater.

“Not really,” he admitted and noticed the two of them flushed, “Are you two feeling okay?”

“Yeah,” Wasabi’s voice went up a pitch as he replied, “We’re…we’re good. Really good –”

“Wasabi finally kissed me!” Fred shoved his face close to Hiro’s. He pointed to his hat, “I wish I knew sooner! I’m gonna wear this every year, now!”

“Huh?” It took a moment for Hiro to register what Fred had said, “Oh! Congrats, guys. Maybe you can double date with Honey Lemon and Go Go…”

“Or, we could triple date!” Fred smiled broadly. Hiro looked at him oddly and Fred rolled his eyes, “You know…us, them, you and…”

“It’s not a thing, alright?” Hiro grimaced, “It is certainly not a thing and I don’t think it will be a thing, ever. Forget I asked.” He made to stand up, thinking that Fred would take the hint and drop the matter.

“You’re her Secret Santa, aren’t you?” Hiro stared at him incredulously and Fred just smiled, “Just because I love comic books doesn’t mean I can’t notice these things, little dude.”

Hiro looked around quickly in case he caught sight of someone who shouldn’t have been listening. He looked at Fred, feeling exhausted just looking at his friend now, “You got me. Luckiest guy on Earth. Just a few days till Christmas and I got nothing to show for it.”

Wasabi looked sympathetically at him, “Is there anything we could do to help, Hiro?”

“Not unless you could pull a time machine out of Fred’s hat so I could get back to the start of the month and have more time to get something made for her.”

“I’m serious,” Wasabi grabbed a nearby chair and dragged it over to Hiro’s table. Hiro reluctantly took his place back at his own seat while Fred leaned over Wasabi’s shoulders like a monkey. “So, you still don’t have a gift yet. You can go simple.”

“Simple? For Karmi?” Hiro was incredulous, “Like, what? Show up at her house dressed as…” He did a quick scan around the café before leaning in and whispering, “You know…”

Both men looked at each other and grinned. Hiro gulped nervously; he was used to seeing Fred smile with impish delight, he just didn’t have any idea how scary Wasabi looked with the same kind of intent on his face. Before he could begin to protest, Fred took hold of his arms while Wasabi seized his legs and hoisted the boy into the air. He tried to kick and squirm in their grip, but it was iron clad. They carried him upstairs and into the first floor.

“What are you doing?!” Hiro felt Fred release his grip on his arms and found himself dangling upside down.

“We’re doing this in Tadashi’s stead,” Wasabi was supposed to be the one convincing Fred not to pull crazy stunts, not encouraging them! That was their dynamic. “Just do your thing, little man, and look for a new angle.”

Hiro stopped struggling and allowed himself to dangle, hoping that an idea would come before all the blood went to his head. He trusted that Wasabi wouldn’t let him fall to the hard floor, and he had to trust that he and Fred were on the right track. Baymax couldn’t do something like this for him; lifting a ton in weight didn’t mean that his body was able to do “looking for a new angle” safely without letting Hiro get hurt. It would have gone against his protocol altogether to let someone in his care get hurt.

Protocol…help…Hiro’s eyes lit up with inspiration and he let out a loud whoop of delight that almost had Wasabi dropping Hiro.

“I got it!” He cheered as Wasabi righted him and barreled into the larger man’s chest, hugging him as tightly as he could, “Thanks, Wasabi! I needed that!”

“Hey, what about me!” Fred pouted. Hiro turned to him and threw his arms around Fred’s neck, threatening to choke him. He made a dash for upstairs, “Gotta go, guys! Feel free to bum around!”

The moment he got into his bedroom, Hiro swept away the mess off his desk with one arm and laid down a large sheet of paper, taking careful measurements for the designs and hoping that Karmi would like it…

(0-0)

Karmi felt the beginnings of an agonizing headache coming upon her. It always happened when she was stressed or failed to get enough sleep. This was one of those times and no drink or medicine would prevent it from overcoming her at any rate. The best remedy was to usually fall asleep, but Christmas was almost here, and her gift still wasn’t ready yet! In any case, sleep was for the weak and weary. Karmi wasn’t weak or weary and she had faced more dangers than any sixteen-year-old ought to. It had taken much pleading with her parents and the crime rate in San Fransokyo to go down before they decided to move back. Now that she was home, she wasn’t going to waste a gift like that.

She looked down at her work and frowned. Half-finished patterns, torn pieces of fabric, and loose string caked her worktable. It was always in such an orderly state that Karmi wanted to tear her hair out in frustration. Part of her missed the days where she would recline on the couch and watch Christmas specials as a kid, free of worry or care for serious work while she cherished the sparce days away from school. School was never a happy place for her, truthfully. And it had taken three years of pleading with her parents before they conceded and hired tutors to come to the house. But all she did was exchange bullies for loneliness and Karmi had taken to writing and sewing to dull the ache.

It hadn’t come easy at first; her fingers bled from needlepoints and her hands struggled to create what she would imagine in her mind. The struggle still persisted to this day, but Karmi had learned simple tricks and techniques that made her projects easier. She just prayed that it would help her now as she struggled a few days before her gift needed to be made. Why couldn’t she find an idea that would stick?

Karmi wasn’t always nice to Hiro when they met. In fact, she had been overtly hostile, reeling back from the new threat that had made itself known in SFIT. He was the parasite to her ambitions as he took the honor of youngest student to ever enroll away from her. But, like swimming for a long period in cold water, she had grown used to the boy. In fact, she began to see him as a friend before the crisis with Sycorax forced her to move away. Returning briefly for the summer made her realize how much she missed Hiro. It had been like an early Christmas present when her parents told her that they’d be moving back to the city.

Part of her wished she got a chance to know Hiro more personally. She couldn’t think of anything she knew of the boy regarding personal interests. All she knew was that he was intelligent, cheeky, headstrong, stubborn, liked hanging out with talking robots and that he was the younger brother to the Legend of SFIT. How was she supposed to make a gift based on that alone?

Her head felt like someone had crammed a large bell inside of her head now and was ringing it endlessly. She tried pinching the edge of her palm to delay it, but all she rewarded herself with was more pain. Some part of her wanted to go to find Hiro and ask to see Baymax for help. There must be some protocol in his databanks that could help her deal with her headache…

Her eyes widened with realization and the dull agony in her head was briefly forgotten. A smile crept up on her face as she cleared off her table of waste and debris before laying down a fresh sheet of paper. The measurements had to be precise, she knew it. She wasn’t used to making anything from scratch before, there was usually a reference for her to go by. That thought brought cold prickles to her toes, but she brushed it aside.

As the process continued, her movements became less halted and smoother, like grooving into a fresh block of wood. Her hesitations had lessened, and new thoughts came to mind as she created the patterns for the plushie. And she knew that when Hiro caught sight of her gift to him, it would be a Merry Christmas indeed.

(0-0)

The music was pleasantly mellow and quiet a few days later in the large Exposition Hall of SFIT. Hiro had a fierce battle with his hair earlier that evening, fighting to untangle the gnarls and knots that had been developing overtime unattended. It had taken over an hour before it was decidedly flat and malleable for a comb to attend to. He decided to dress in a red dress shirt with a dark green tie and a pair of black slacks. Fred had suggested he wear a mistletoe on his head, but Hiro had dismissed the idea. He wasn’t going to willingly invite the mockery and teasing of others.

Fred and Wasabi were already there, arms linked together and laughing at something Honey Lemon was saying. She was with Go Go, who had decided to wear a formal suit like Hiro’s, but with a green shirt instead of a red one. Honey Lemon was dressed in a lemon-yellow dress that ended just below her knees. Fred and Wasabi were dressed as alike as a cat was a dog; Wasabi had a black bowtie while Fred had a white tie. Wasabi had a white dress shir Fred wore a black sweater.

Somehow, a pang of jealousy hit Hiro and he tried not to show it. He looked at Baymax warningly in case the robot decided to announce his emotional readings to the rest of world.

“Hiro!” Honey was the first to see him and glomped him, planting a peck on each cheek as they embraced. Once, that would have had his cheeks flaming, but now he just smiled and chuckled. Honey Lemon saw the roll of paper he held under one arm, “Is that your Secret Santa gift, Hiro?”

“Maybe,” Hiro chuckled nervously and tried finding Karmi’s face in the crowd, “I actually need to go find them right now. Catch you later!” And with that, he ran off into the crowd, muttering apologies and pardons to each person he accidentally rammed himself into.

Karmi slowly entered the hall just a moment later, holding a sloppily wrapped bundle in her arms. She was dressed in silvery and gold with long sleeves that ended just below her knees with a blue scarf draped around her shoulder. She had been hoping to see Hiro at the entrance when she came in, but only found his group of friends instead. She looked to Honey Lemon, the one she was most familiar with, “Hey, have you seen Hiro? …not that I’m interested in seeing him or anything, just wanted to know where he was so I could um…not be near him…?” Her smile in the end would have frightened children if they dared to look at her.

Go Go half smiled, “Try the crowd he just bodysurfed into. You might catch him there.”

Karmi looked at the audience of people with trepidation before her eyes hardened with resolve, “Wish me luck, everyone. I’m going fishing!”

“When you come back with Hiro, be sure to bring some sushi!” Fred called out to her as she entered the mob, cradling her present protectively. Wasabi looked at him funnily and Fred shrugged, “What? I’m hungry!”

“How about my lips? You hungry for them?” Wasabi pressed his lips lightly against Fred’s.

Fred’s face burned as he took a hold of the front of Wasabi’s shirt and began to drag his boyfriend away, “Um…excuse me, we need some privacy.” Wasabi’s eyes widened with surprise for a moment before he shrugged and let Fred carry him away without protest.

“Pardon me. Excuse me. Coming through. Really sorry! Nice dress. Love your shoes, wear them more often!” Hiro danced through the crowd, hopping on one foot to the next as he tried to catch a glimpse of Karmi. Hindsight told him that he should have just waited by the entrance or had Baymax scan the room for any sign of her. Stubbornness told him that determination rewarded the daring. His stomach told him that the food at the snack table must be worth skipping out earlier at home.

Meanwhile, Karmi was on the verge of screaming that she had a dangerous bacterium in her hands at the top of her lungs. If it didn’t get her thrown out of the party, quarantined or crushed under a frenzied mob, then it would allow some breathing room for her to move around with ease. She clutched her present tightly, horrified of dropping it to the floor and having some careless foot smash it underneath. After all of those hours of sewing, stitching, and nursing pricks on her finger, Karmi was not going to let it be demolished so easily. Someone bumped into her from behind and Karmi tightened her grip on her gift as she hit the floor.

Someone else tumbled to the floor next to her with a grunt and the crinkling of paper. Karmi got to her feet, reaching down to help the stranger to their feet when she saw that it was Hiro.

“Hiro?”

“Karmi!”

Hiro looked at her outstretched hand for a moment and hastily pulled himself to his feet. They sheepishly tried to avoid looking directly at one another. A moment of courage came to them at the same time and they both noticed how red their faces were. Hiro tried telling himself that it was pretty warm inside. Karmi dismissed what she saw as a trick of the light.

“Nice dress,” Hiro muttered weakly.

“Good color coordination,” Karmi mumbled in reply.

They stared at each other for a few more moments, trying to find the right words to say. They both tried desperately not to let the other see what they were holding in their hands.

“It’s kind of cramped,” Hiro observed, “Snack bar should have some more room.”

“Yeah!” Karmi eagerly leapt at the invitation, “Snacks! I’m hungry!”

They managed their way to the snack bar without difficulty before they both realized that their hands were linked together. Neither of them pushed away from the touch.

Give her the gift, Hiro thought to himself as he eagerly snacked on a plate of pigs in a blanket. This is the best chance you have, just give it to her already.

Shove it into his face and have him open it already! Karmi slowly nibbled on some cheese and crackers, barely tasting them at all. Just do it now.

“Hiro…”

“Karmi…”

They both looked at each other.

“You first,” Hiro smiled nervously.

Karmi flushed and fiddled with the gift in her hands, “I…some party, isn’t it?”

“I haven’t gone to a lot, to be honest,” Hiro rubbed the back of his neck, “Last time I went, the dance got cut off because of High Voltage. I thought Megan was going to get hurt…”

“Megan?” Karmi tried to keep the terror out of her voice.

Hiro looked at her with wide eyes and hastily added, “She’s just a friend! A friend with a really crazy cop for a dad…who wanted to hook up with Aunt Cass.”

Karmi winced, “Are they still seeing each other?”

Hiro’s smile grew mischievous, “They haven’t been on a date since Aunt Cass learned he was being a…”

“Jerk?” Karmi suggested.

“Yeah. A jerk.”

Karmi looked at her present and grew determined, “Hiro, I wanted to…”

“Karmi, I…”

“Merry Christmas,” they both said at once, shoving their gifts forward, eyes wide shut and braced for impact. When they both braved a look, however, they each stared in silence at what was being offered to one another.

“You first,” Hiro held out his gift to her, looking more fourteen than Karmi had ever seen him. She took the roll of paper from him and hastily gave him her poorly wrapped gift in exchange. She undid the wrapping and unrolled it. When she looked inside, Karmi saw a small Chibi design of herself looking back at her on blueprint. Measurements were inscribed as well as features that would be included in it. Her own personal aid in the lab, meant to be programmed with features to help keep her projects safe and monitored.

“It’s not finished yet,” Hiro murmured apologetically, “This is the final draft I made and it’s going to take a few weeks, and I figured…” He chuckled weakly before continuing, “Who else could you trust with your lab than yourself?”

You. She wanted to say it. I would trust you, Hiro.

“I love it already,” Karmi said instead, “Thank you…you should open your gift too. I didn’t think I could make a robot like you, but…this was the next best thing.”

Hiro ripped the present open and felt his mouth widen. He knew it was made with minky. He couldn’t help but think of Mochi as he caressed the fabric in his hands and sorely wanted to press it against his face. Two black button eyes stared back at him and Hiro was certain that it would sound just like Baymax if it could talk.

“Karmi…” He began, but words failed him.

“I like to sew in my freetime too,” Karmi blushed, “I didn’t know if this was your thing or not, but I know how much you love Baymax. Its like having a piece of your brother with you. You could have that in your room and it’d be like…having a piece of me with…”

The rest of her words were cut off as Hiro slammed into her and wound his arms tightly around her chest.

“Thank you, Karmi,” he whispered in his ear, “I love it.”

Karmi reached around with her arms and hugged him back fiercely. They stayed like this for a few minutes before pulling apart. Hiro reached out and grabbed her hand into his own and guided her through the crowd again without another word.

When they reached the entrance again, they saw Honey Lemon and Go Go waiting for them with knowing smiles on their faces. Wasabi was walking back to them, straightening out his mussed shirt and tie, hastily covering his neck with one large hand when he caught sight of the others. Fred came following afterwards with a blissful look on his face that came right off when he noticed Karmi and Hiro and said, “Hey! Where’s my sushi?!”

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Narcos México: Dating them would include: (3/7)

In the end, Chapito won the vote so imma just leave this here, the next headcannon shouldn’t take long to come out since I already have it done! I hope I did My Chapito justice in this! Enjoy ❤️

Warnings: NSFW!

Tags: @visintaes

Let me know if you want to be added in future posts☺️

Chapo:

Chapito🥺,,, he’s an old school type of guy ok

He was taught to respect women, you can tell that by the way he is with his mother

He’s really, and I mean really, romantic with you

Uggh, I go soft just thinking about Chapito

He wasn’t necessarily nervous when asking you out for your first date, because I can definitely see that you guys were close friends

So he had no sweat when asking if you wanted to go see a movie or something..

The only thing he did seem to worry about was thinking that maybe you were going to reject him and he didn’t want to lose your friendship,,,

Oh god, can you see the smile that shows up on his face when you tell him yes without hesitation🥺

Such a pure ass and loving relationship

And the definition of what a gentleman is

He always wants to make you happy and he wants to be the reason for that feeling

Always buying you antojitos on the way to see you or if you’re both just walking down to the streets of Sinaloa

Dates in his hometown, just hear me out, he loves showing you what he grew up around and what he would do

He would be presenting you to everyone he knows with a proud ass smile as he holds your hand

“Te presento a mi futura esposa”🥺

And All the time, whenever he’s with you, he has his arm slinged around your shoulders because it’s easier to kiss your head

I feel like he prefers to give you small pecks on your lips and your temple in public, it’s such a soft gesture- ughh

But he also loves to just gently grab your face and kiss you before he has to go work

“Te amo, mi vida, cuidate, y llámame si ocupas algo.” Such a worried bby, I’m dying

On your dates, he pulling as much details as he can, like decorating the place really nice, getting you a nice bouquet of flowers and about 95% of the time he’s giving you something his mom sent him with

His mother ADORES you, I repeat, just absolutely adores you, she believes that Chapo scored the lottery with you and you can’t tell me otherwise that she will defend you

I just wow- she sends things she knows you’ll like with Chapo when he goes to see you

I can just see that he’s in a rush to go pick you up for your anniversary date, like he’s already running out the door when his mom calls out to him

“Mijo, espera, ten, llevale esto para mi nuera”

“Pero ma, ya le lleve un regalo ayer”

“Y que tiene? Dile que se los hice con mucho amor, para hoy”

I can’t-

That being said, Cochi is also cheering you guys on from the sidelines, even when he third wheels all the time with you guys

I can just see the time Miguel was throwing his birthday party, Cochi is scoffing in the back of the car because he’s the only one who didn’t bring a date

“Podrían haberme dicho que iban a traer a sus mujeres, me hubiera quedado en la casa”

“Pues, no chingues Cochi, esto es el amor verdadero, algo que tu no entiendes”

The banter between y’all is what I live for

But he low key enjoys being the single funny friend in his eyes

He also just loves seeing his carnal, Chapo being happy with you, someone he’s known and cared for like a younger sister

So, Chapo is always inviting you to come to parties with him because he gets to show you off

And he also really enjoys being around the people he considers his family

You can’t tell me this man will not whisper jokes to you and Cochi about the Arellanos,

Chapo loves seeing you laugh at his jokes and how he’ll bully and get on the Arellano-Felix's nerves

I just know that Chapo would be one to just drag them about how he has no vergüenza bringing his mujer to parties unlike them,,

he has that smile on his face because he just knows he’s getting the rise out of them

Chapito always has you basically squished into his side when you’re sitting down, it makes him feel safe that you’re right at his side and in arms reach

I’m screeching, can you imagine dancing banda with this man🥺

“Vente, vamos a bailar, mi amor”

The way he fucking holds you as he gets carried away with you in his arms- I can’t

I can see Cochi yelling something like

“Que vivan los novios!” Because you know he would, escandaloso el cabrón

just Couple Goals!

You know that time Güero told Chapito he’s not an idea kind of guy when he mentioned building a tunnel

I feel like after that, Chapo would come home to you and just bury himself into your neck,

He would then tell you what happened and how disappointed he was

but you just grab his cheeks and tell him to go for it, prove hector wrong

Because like, cmon that’s hella smart that Chapo would think about building tunnels to transport things

God, you’re his #1 fan and always pushing him to follow his dreams🥺

Hyping him up when he wears his fancy shirts! Ugh

The soft heart eyes he gives you is everything

He’s also always helping you make tortillas calentitos while your making food, I’m so soft

Going back to his mother, can you just imagine the smile he has when he sees his two favorite women bonding and laughing while making food or desserts in his childhood home, I-

Or the way he can let his shoulders slump after a long day when he comes home and your escorting him to go sit down and eat the dinner you made as you kiss his temple

He has that graceful smile because you care for this man with your whole life

Soft! Mornings with him-

he’ll either hold your hand or have you hugged into his side as you both drink cafecito with pan dulce in the morning-

I’m in love with Chapito

NSFW:

Haha, I’m in danger.

Such intimate ass sex with this man, it makes me weak

I don’t know, Chapito gives me soft vibes, ya feel?

🥺,, I’m listening to Hermosa Experiencia by Banda MS, and I’m crying, it describes what I’m trying to say-

Anyways

He’s taking his time getting to know your body and how you react to his movements

Your pleasure comes before his ok, he’s worshipping you like a queen

Soon he’ll know your body better than you:

So, he has to look at your face when you have sex, it just makes him harder than he already is

This man is caressing your body as he thrusts into you and praising how fucking beautiful you look

“Mi preciosa mujer, solo para mi”

He lives for being as close as possible to you, so he’ll have his arms resting near your head as he thrusts into you

I can just see it, the way he wrinkles his eyebrows when he sees you throw your head back from the pleasure as you let out moans

He places his hand on your cheek and lets it rest there from how he makes you feel because it’s just that GOOD-

“te gustó eso, ¿verdad, amor?”

Or The way he sighs as he drops his head in your neck when he feels his orgasm coming up and let’s out muffled groans as he pulls you by the hair to expose your neck more

That’s his favorite spot, your neck, he just really loves giving you kisses there

And the feeling of your hands locking behind his own neck-

Can’t tell me that couch sex is not a thing in your relationship

Like, this is where you’re guiding him back as you both get lost in each other

he gets carried away with kissing you as it is,

Your pushing him into the couch as you straddle him and he looks at you with the most loving expression I’ve ever seen

god the atmosphere is so full of love for each other- I can’t

Going back to exchanging the most intimate kisses as he starts to come back to function normally

He starts to lose his patience when you begin to grind your hips on his as you reach down to unbuckle his belt and pants-

He’s trying to hurry to help you take off your clothes and once your both fully nude in front of each other

The whole situation slows down

FuCk, you’ll grab the side of his face as you stare into each other and he’ll place his hands on your hips as he smiles- I’m gonna cry

When you finally sink down onto him he’ll let out a deep breath as you bite your lip

The most euphoric position for him, and keep in mind it doesn’t have to happen on the couch all the time, he loves this position equally on your bed-

He’s able to just wander his hands all over your body and be able to clearly see how his cock disappears inside you- ok, someone please kick me out

It’s a steady buildup from there that will leave you both being drunk off one another

Like you’ll start by slowly grinding yourself on top of him to soon enough, bouncing on him

When Chapo just can’t hold himself back anymore, he’ll meet you halfway and take over

He pulls you even closer as he gives you the most deep thrusts that have you only remembering his name

Holy Fuck, the ways he groans when you pull on his hair while you’re riding him and digging your nails into his shoulders

Chapito only reserves sex in the safety of your own home when no one is around

I feel like he’s tried having sex somewhere in public with you just for the thrill of it but you both got caught by Cochi

Like Chapo is making you feel so many things at once as you’re looking up at him, gripping his arms, as he just pounds you into the office desk

And neither of you heard when the front doors open from all the fucking noise you’re both making and then you just hear-

“Pinche Chapo, si ibas a hacerlo en público, deberías haberme invitado, no chingen”

You swear you never saw Chapo move so fast to cover you and throw something at the door

“Chinga tu puta madre, Cochi”

You’re just blushing as you both hear Cochi laughing as he hollers to Güero about what he found

Since then, Chapo would rather explode from sexual tension to get home than have you go through that again

But even when he avoids embarrassment in front of his friends he can’t avoid it with him mother

I just know, she would eventually ask you both when you’re giving her grandchildren and when’s the wedding date-

God, don’t get me started on how he’ll treat you after your wedding day- I can’t

He treats you so gentle but just right to get you on cloud 9

#narcos mexico imagines #narcos mexico imagine #narcos imagine #joaquin guzman #el chapo #el chapo x reader #joaquin guzman x reader #narcos mexico #narcos: mexico #narcos

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Twisted Wonderland One Shot Raffle #1: Malleus Draconia x Girlfriend! Reader

pumpkiethepie

Hi! Wow thank you, looks like I'm lucky for once! If possible I would like a Malleus x girlfriend!reader, with reader being bullied by other students because she's going out with Malleus who is powerful and everything while reader is magicless so seems weak and a easy target, it goes on, everything unknown to Malleus, maybe because Reader doesn't want to annoy him/seems weaker/is threaten to don't tell anything, until she's forced to break up with him, sooo yeah angst with a happy ending and fluff please ~ ^^

Won and requested by @pumpkiethepie​

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland nya. I only own the plot of this one shot nya.

P.S. I would like to apologise for Malleus being OOC and my grammatical mistakes nya. Enjoy nya!

“Let’s end this, Malleus,” You said as you pulled away from his hug, turning your back.

“What are your trying to say, [First Name]?” Malleus asked, worried about your strange behaviour.

You turn your head to look at him. In a sad tone,, you responded, “Sorry but I want to break up with you.” And with that, you left him standing as you hurried back to your dorm.

Malleus just looked at your figure, dumbfounded about what happened. Was he not a good boyfriend? Did he do something wrong?

I know what you guys are thinking: why the heck would we break up with this gorgeous man? Let’s take a look back from the flashback.

-Flashback Start-

Upon becoming Malleus’s girlfriend, things began to be more difficult for you.

You’ve receive animosity from most of your schoolmates. I mean why wouldn’t they. You’re powerless. You don’t have magic flowing through your veins yet you’re a student here. Even more so that you are the girlfriend of THE Malleus Draconia who’s known for being one of the most, if not the most powerful student here in Night Raven College.

You’ve got tripped by them often and gave you insults on a daily basis. At first, you ignored but as time passed by you’ve began to feel more insecure about yourself and started to question yourself: What did Malleus see in you? Why did he choose who’s weak and powerless.

“You seem down. Is something wrong?” Deuce asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You just smiled and answered, “There’s nothing wrong.”

“Let’s go and find a table, [First Name]! I’m hungry!” Grim said impatiently.

While trying to find a table, someone’s foot got in your way, making you trip and spill both of yours and Grim’s food.

“Wah! My lunch!” Grim cried.

“Oi! What’s the big idea?!” Ace asked angrily.

“Are you alright, [First Name]?” Deuce asked, helping you up.

You just smiled and said, “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m used to it by now.”

“See? She’s fine despite being weak and powerless,” One student said while laughing.

“What did you say?” Deuce got into his bad boy mode, cracking his fists.

“Deuce, please stop!” You said holding him back, “It’s not worth it!”

Deuce simply clicked his tongue, “Fine.”

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You were walking along the halls with Grim on your shoulder when you hear two students talking.

“This has got to be a fluke,” A student said.

“It is possible if you look at it. But that’s only because she’s Malleus’s girlfriend. He probably help her or something. She’s not that smart after all.

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Insults after insults after insults…

Tricks after tricks after tricks…

You are getting pretty tired hearing it but the more you hear it, the more you’re getting insecure.

You sighed deeply.

“Is something bothering you, my love?” You turned around to see Malleus looking worried, “Please do tell me if you’re having trouble. I can’t read people after all.”

You answered, “Oh I’m fine, Malleus. You don’t have to worry about me.” You don’t want him to worry after all. This is your problem. As much as possible, you want it to resolve it by yourself.

“Is that so? I thought there was something troubling you since you look so down and you don’t have your smile,” Malleus said, looking at you curiously.

You started to get nervous, ‘Does he really know?’

“But I know how to make you smile. But first I would like you to close your eyes,” Malleus said.

You did as you were told and closed your eyes. You’ve waited what he has in store for you.

“You can open  them now,” Malleus said.

You’ve opened your eyes to see green sparkles that resembles fireflies. It was a breathtaking moment as it complimented the both of you.

“I used my magic. Do you like it?” Malleus asked, holding a red rose.

“I love it!” You said as you hugged him.

“I’m glad,” Malleus said as he kissed the top of your head.

Malleus was amazing. He’s a perfect. He’s handsome, smart, kind and powerful. 

Your smile disappeared without him noticing, ‘He really is amazing. Unlike him, I’m just a plain old nobody. He deserves someone better. Someone who’s more amazing than me.’

You can’t really take your insecurities anymore. Thus, you’ve decided to break up with him.

-Flashback End-

It’s been a couple of weeks or so since the break up. You cried on the night that you’ve broken up with him. It was so bad that Grim even gave you some stash of his canned tuna. You don’t know if this was a good thing or this was a bad thing because the bullying got worse.

“She thinks she’s too beautiful for THE Malleus Draconia. She’s crazy!”

“Who would dump the most powerful student here in Night Raven College?!”

“She’s an idiot for doing so.”

“Man, they’re dissing you, [First Name],” Grim said.

“It sure must be tough being in a relationship with the dorm leader of Diasomnia,” Ace added.

“But it must be tougher dumping him though,” Deuce said.

“Yeah,” You said as the three (four if you’re counting Grim on your shoulder but technically he’s on your shoulder) of you walking.

As the four of you chatted regarding academics and stuff, the two stopped walking.

“What’s wro-”

You stopped mid sentence to see that Malleus was a few feet away from you. Tears started to swell from your eyes. You were not ready to face him yet.

Not saying goodbye to your two companions and before Malleus can say anything, you just ran away, not wanting to deal with this

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That night, you can’t sleep. You quietly got off of your bed, carefully not waking Grim up and went outside of your dorm to stroll around and get some fresh air.

You sighed deeply once more, thinking about Malleus.

‘If only I have magic’ You thought as you continued to stroll.

“[First Name].”

You stopped on your tracks and turned around to see Malleus standing in front of you with a sad expression painted on his face.

You wanted to run away and go back to the Ramshackle dorm but before you could even do so, Malleus have already grabbed your wrist.

“Why?” Malleus said, trying not to cry, “Why did you break up with me?! Did I do something wrong. Have I done something terrible to you? Why? I need to know why!”

Tears swelled up in your eyes, seeing Malleus this hurt...he was that affected after you’ve dumped him. 

“Whatever I have done, I’m sorry! I still love you! Please come back to me!” Malleus said, hugging you.

Tears bursted from your eyes as you cried in his arms, “This is not your fault! It’s mine! Why do you still love me after hurting you?! What have I done to deserve to have you? You’re a powerful mage. To top it all of, you’re kind and charming. I’m just a plain old human with no magic. I’m not smart and powerful. I’m just...a nobody.”

Malleus pulled away from the hug and looked at you straight into your eyes, “You’re not a nobody. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. You’re sweet, kind and caring. You’ve accepted me for who I am. You may not have magic but you’re strong in your own way. I love you just the way you are.”

“Oh Malleus,” You said as he wiped your tears off of your face.

He started to lean in closer and gave you a sweet kiss on your lips.

With that, my friends, you two ended up back together with your bond stronger than ever

BONUS SCENE:

“We would like to apologise to you for all the terrible things we’ve said and done to you, [First Name]!” The students who bullied you said as they bow down to you.

“It’s quite alright...really,” You said, shaking your hands.

Behind a pillar, Malleus smiled as he watched you being surprised from all the apologies you have received.

And how did he know that you’ve been bullied? I’ll leave it up to your imagination~

And done nya! How was it nya? Hopefully you guys enjoyed it nya. I hope this is to your liking @pumpkiethepie nya! Anyways, I’ll open the raffle maybe a bit earlier than the schedule nya. Be prepared nya! That’s all, Nyakemi out nya!

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