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Voiceplay Visuals: Hide And Seek (Ding Dong!)

"Hang on, you're skipping In The Hall Of The Mountain King?" Truth be told, I've never even watched that one. I've seen the thumbnail of course, and well, my weirdness-tolerance in my brain only goes so far. Be glad you're getting a post about this video, because it took me a while to decide to watch it, and I've only seen it like 3 times max.

This was Voiceplay's Halloween video of 2022, released on the 8th of October, and features Lauren Paley, who I don't really know anything about, but apparently she's popular on Tiktok and is known as "the stairwell siren" due her typical choice of singing location. The song is originally a Vocaloid song, but Voiceplay gave it a little bit (understatement of the century) of Disney flair, or more specifically, Disneyland flair, as the video is filmed as if you were watching a performance inside the Haunted Mansion attraction at Disneyland, literally. This might not be one of my most-favourite videos to watch or VP songs to listen to, but I gotta admit that the visual stuff is freaking insane in this video, and I do have a fair few things to talk about with this one, so let's get into it!

(Warning: this post includes a fair bit of infodumping)

I'll get to each person individually in a minute, but first check out the set design! Like a lot of Voiceplay's videos nowadays. this was filmed at Pattycake Productions studios, and Tony Wakim was heavily involved with this one - credited with costuming, props, puppeteering, and direction, so shoutout to him! And shoutout also to Layne, the other half of Pattycake Productions, who arranged the cover and was in charge of the video concept.

I've never been to DisneyLand/World (I've never even been overseas, and there are no Disney parks in Australia), but when I was a little younger (like during mid high school?) I went through a bit of a phase of interest in Disney parks, wanting to learn stuff about them and watching shows from the parks on YouTube and stuff (if only I had been watching shows from Universal Studios in Orlando...), so I'm not entirely unfamiliar with the Haunted Mansion ride/attraction, and I currently have Disney Wiki on hand to help provide further elaboration and comparison pictures.

Alright, character time!

Let's start with Cesar in the middle, who is absolutely serving as Madame Leota, a disembodied head in a crystal ball who conducts "an otherworldly séance in an attempt to summon spirits and assist them in materializing." (And I'm not meant to be talking about the arrangement, but I would feel bad if I didn't mention that the "serpents and spiders" incantation that Cesar does before the beat kicks in is actually part of Madame Leota's incantation, not from the Hide And Seek song!) (Also fun fact: Madame Leota was originally voiced by Eleanor Audley, who also voiced both Lady Tremaine in Cinderella and Maleficent in Sleeping Beauty!)

Could you immediately tell based on just the thumbnail which one was Layne and which one was Geoff? I did actually get it right (could I really call myself a devoted Geoff stan if I didn't?), but honestly I did start to second-guess myself a little.

So in the left-hand column here, we have Layne, and my god Tony and Rick Underwood both really went off for this one. Layne is playing the Hatbox Ghost, who looks like this!

And if it weren't enough to be wondering how long Layne spent in the makeup chair for his extremely ghostly appearance (note that he's also completely clean-shaven, which is quite rare for him, but obviously necessary for the character look), then next we have Geoff, in the right-hand column, and do you see why I don't watch this video a lot? 😅 (I'm mostly joking, I'm not that shallow, but he's still practically unrecognisable!)

Geoff is playing The Caretaker (who apparently has the semi-official name of Silas Crump), who is the groundskeeper for the mansion and its adjacent cemetery, and he is terrified of the undead residents within the manor. He looks like this!

(Geoff, I know you love to call yourself "old [and boring]", but this is ridiculous 🤣)

(Not even 30 seconds into the video yet! Shoutout to anyone who actually reads this whole post!)

Next, we have Lauren, who is playing "The Bride". Apparently there were two iterations of this character in The Haunted Mansion, and I'm not sure which one Lauren is playing, or whether she's going for a mix of both, but here are pictures of the two versions:

The second iteration of The Bride (on the right) is known as Constance Hatchaway (not a typo!), and is one of the figures depicted in the Stretching Room's portraits. Apparently she had a habit of decapitating her husbands with a hatchet (hence the surname), and then stuffing their heads inside of hatboxes as trophies (lovely). According to lore, one of her husbands came into the possession of the manor now known as the Haunted Mansion, which she then inherited after her husband met the same grisly fate as all the previous ones did.

And finally we have Eli, perhaps the most recognisable member in this one, as Alexander Nitrokoff, another figure from the Stretching Portrait Gallery. He looks like this: (and yes, this portrait basically depicts his untimely end. Rip.)

(10/10 casting choice, I must say, and outfit on point as well 👌)

OKAY, we've finally got character lore and introductions out the way, now we can actually get on with the video!

This picture is very similar to the first picture in this post, but I have more things to say about this set up!

One, I love the ghostly visual effects on Lauren, with the glowy ethereal outline of her silhouette, and the slight translucence on her dress! No clue who was responsible for visual effects/editing on this one (it doesn't say in the description, but maybe Layne?)

And 2, correct me if I'm wrong but are Geoff, Layne, and Eli all lit in different ways? Eli has a warm-coloured spotlight on him, Geoff has more of a cool-coloured spotlight on him (I think?), possibly angled different to the light on Eli as well, and as for Layne I'm honestly not sure, but he stands out in a really interesting way. I have a feeling that the lighting on him is such that it makes him look like an actual Haunted Mansion/Disney Parks ride animatronic (especially when combined with deliberate movement/acting choices in the video). Nobody is credited with lighting for this one, but I'll still place a bet on who helped with a lot of it (at the least) anyway!

"Ding dong, you can't keep me WAITING!!!"

(Acting was on point across the board for this video, I must say)

"I can sense your horror!"

(JESUS-)

Absolutely loving Cesar's makeup in this one ngl (I wonder whether he coloured his face and/or hair blue for filming this or if that was just all done via editing?)

(Also great face Eli)

Honestly if not for his unmistakable vocal timbre, you could easily not realize this was Geoff at all. Rick did a ridiculously good job of making him (and Layne) look completely unrecognisable! Like is Geoff wearing facial prosthetics or something? His eyebrows look fake, the eyebags look like they were done with more than just regular makeup, and even his cheeks look thinner? Man I really wanna join VP's Patreon at the behind-the-scenes tier! But alas! Money!

Geoff: "Just wait, you can't hide from me"

Me while listening to the song on Spotify: 👉👈 👀

Me while watching the YouTube video: 😧😬

You can't have one of your members dress up as the Hatbox Ghost for a Haunted Mansion style video and not feature the character's main "gimmick" of his head moving from his neck to the box that he holds! And well, all things considered, Voiceplay did a pretty decent job of it! (And hey, even Disney themselves struggled with it - the character was removed from the attraction within only a few weeks of the ride's opening, and didn't actually return to the ride until 46 years later, in 2015, for the park's Diamond Anniversary Celebrations!)

"Knock, knock, I'm inside your room now" "Hello!"

Voiceplay are just showing off at this point honestly 😝 (I wonder how long this video was in production for? Seems like it would have been a big project taking at least a full month, if not longer)

Also haven't yet mentioned it but it's cool how the full group shots are shot in a way that makes it look like you're watching this from one of the ridecars (people-movers?) of the Haunted Mansion!

Oh dang I completely forgot about Cesar's/Madame Leota's crystal ball floating up in the air!

And there you have it folks! Maybe not one of my most picture-heavy posts, but quite possibly one of the most text-heavy! Now time for me to not watch this video again until October at the earliest!

(Also, since I'm skipping over the Christmas videos (for now at least), we're finally into the 2023 bunch of videos! (Though I'll be skipping over Nothing Else Matters and In My Room, sorry!))

#voiceplay #acapella #hide and seek ding dong #hide and seek vocaloid #geoff castellucci #eli jacobson #layne stein #cesar de la rosa #lauren paley #acaplaya analysis #voiceplay visuals

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cosmicbrowniefan · 2 years

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the d&d drama dork

fandom/ship: stranger things, steddie

summary: after being bugged by his best friend for a while, steve harrington decides to join drama club. the stress of working backstage is a lot to handle, however, and he’s not entirely sure he really wants to go through with the show. that is, until he realizes his official job for the production: to be his crush’s quick change helper.

genre: one-shot, fluff, high school au, theatre au

warnings: swearing, sexual jokes/innuendos, steve is aged down to be in the same grade as robin and eddie, intentional lowercase

word count: 3,906

“robin, i’m serious, i really don’t want to do this anymore!”

robin flipped the car mirror back up and sighed, turning to face her way too stressed out best friend, steve harrington.

“steve,” she said, “you made a commitment. i really didn’t want to pull out that phrase on you, but come ON. what would you tell me if i wanted to quit?”

“if you said that to me two weeks ago, i’d have told you to stick it out. but now that i see what HELL it is, i wouldn’t blame you!”

steve sighed and shook his head as he pulled into the school parking lot for the first rehearsal of tech week. how robin looped him into THIS one, he’d never know. (that’s not true. steve had felt rather left out when robin was always talking to her friends about drama club, and decided to give it a try. not to mention, eddie motherfucking munson was in drama club, as well. and he made steve feel- well, he made steve feel. period.) after signing up for crew for their school musical, beauty and the beast, a few weeks ago, he had been thrown into a whirlwind of tasks like props and set design and costumes and lights and sound. the crew was trying to find an area where steve excelled, but excelled seemed to apparently not be the best word to describe steve’s drama club journey with.

robin unbuckled her seatbelt and grabbed her bag as she and steve stepped out of the car.

“listen,” she said, “it’s going to be okay. i’ve talked to all the crew department heads and i think we’ve found a job that needs done during the show that you might actually- well, that you might actually do half decently!”

steve glared at her.

“reassuring,” he said sarcastically. “you know, you’re my best friend before you’re the stupid stage manager. i’d appreciate a little loyalty here.”

“past THESE doors, harrington, i’m a stage manager before anything else,” said robin, glaring back. “now, come on. i think you’re gonna like this job, really.”

steve grumbled and rolled his eyes, but followed robin into the auditorium. he was pretty anxious for this shit they called “hell week”. if THIS was hell week, what on earth were the weeks leading up to it? that was hell enough for steve.

steve felt completely out of place as everyone rushed around, eating last minute dinners, putting on makeup, doing hair, warming up, grabbing microphones, and just being generally chaotic teenagers.

“steve!” robin hissed at him. steve looked over. he was standing in the corner, clearly overwhelmed and annoyed.

“what?”

“can you take this list and go backstage and make sure all the props are set?”

steve grabbed the list from robin and looked it over. he knew robin preferred to look props over herself and that she probably would even after he did, but he appreciated that she was giving him an excuse to escape the chaos. nodding, he headed for the auditorium and backstage. before he could check anything, he collapsed into the throne that was used for gaston’s tavern scene. steve sighed and put his head in his hands. part of him wondered if checking props before the show was the “job” that everyone had in mind for him. granted, steve was stressed and annoyed, but god, was he really THAT useless?

“hey there, harrington.”

steve’s head shot up from his hands and his eyes widened as they fell upon eddie munson, who was looking rather amused. steve coughed and tried to make himself look as casual and normal as possible.

“hey,” he said, nodding and looking away. a second later, however, he was looking at eddie munson’s face again, because the little shithead had leaned over and moved right into his line of vision with a huge grin. eddie plopped onto the floor and cocked his head, smirking up at steve.

“what’s got your panties in a twist?” he asked. steve blushed. eddie said that all the time, but the phrase still made steve turn red like a middle school boy walking past victoria’s secret.

“nothing,” he mumbled.

“that’s clearly a lie.” eddie raised an eyebrow and frowned a little. “what’s up?”

steve sighed and refused to look eddie in the eyes. the last thing he needed right now was to get flustered and distracted when he needed to focus.

“i’m just overwhelmed,” he said. “i’ve never done this shit before. everyone seems to know what they’re doing except me.”

eddie smirked.

“probably doesn’t help that they’ve put you on a new crew job every day since you got here,” he said. steve looked up and raised an eyebrow. “yeah, i noticed,” eddie added. “i really don’t think that’s fair of them. i mean, how can they possibly expect you to get good at anything when they only give you a day long trial on it, right?”

steve cocked his head, then smiled a little and nodded. yeah. yeah, he got it.

“i’m sorry it’s been like that for you,” eddie said, looking down at his shoes. “you know, i was pretty stressed out my first show, too.”

steve snorted.

“yeah, right,” he said. “mr. lead role every show? okay.”

“no, really!” eddie insisted. “listen, my first show, i was in the ensemble for shrek. couldn’t have been in more than five numbers, but i still had a full on anxiety attack before every show.”

“ensemble?” steve said, smiling. “anxiety attacks? you’ve come a lot way since then. when was your big break?”

“when i started growing out my hair and landed the role of molly in annie.”

“oh my god, shut up!”

steve and eddie collapsed into laughter. steve smiled over at eddie and admired how beautiful he looked while laughing. then again, he could admire eddie’s beauty no matter what he was doing. but it was private moments like this that made steve really appreciate it. and it was moments like this that solidified just how much he liked eddie.

“dingus!”

steve and eddie shot their heads up to see robin, who looked like she was about to pull her hair out.

“let me rephrase,” she said, glancing from steve to eddie, “dingus one AND dingus two. what the fuck are you guys doing?”

“jesus robin, knock next time!” eddie said, grinning. “i’m on the floor in front of steve, the fuck you think we’re doing?”

robin rolled her eyes while steve blushed and eddie laughed. she loved them both DEARLY of course, but she could NOT deal with their stupid pining and flirting right now. it was NOT the time.

“steve, did you even check the props like i asked?” she said, exasperated. steve blushed and slowly shook his head.

“don’t blame him,” eddie said quickly. “i’m serious, i came back here and he was looking at stuff and then i distracted him. it’s my fault.” steve glanced over at eddie, who winked at him while robin put her head in her hands.

“okay, i certainly don’t doubt that he got distracted by you,” she said. steve quickly looked away from eddie, who had smirked at her comment. “listen, steve, i’ll handle the props, okay? go ask maddie for your new job.” steve internally groaned. maddie was the head of costumes. what the fuck kind of job was he stuck with now? “and you!” robin turned her attention to eddie, who put a hand to his chest and mouthed “me?” in mock surprise. “you need to go get in costume and get your mic on! for fuck’s sake, you’re the beast and we haven’t worked with your costume at ALL yet, you need to get used to it.”

robin stood and stared at steve and eddie, who were both looking at her sheepishly.

“GO!” she said finally. the two boys stood up and headed to where they needed to be, mumbling apologies to her as they passed.

steve went in the hallway and quickly found maddie, who was sorting through things on the costume rack. her face brightened when she saw him.

“hey steve!” she said enthusiastically. steve waved half-heartedly. he did not have this kind of energy right now. “ready for your new job?”

“uh, i guess so,” he said. “i mean, i don’t really know what it is, but i’ll try to be ready.”

maddie laughed.

“okay, so we’ve been talking it over, and you seemed to honestly do the best with costuming stuff,” she said. “so, we’d like for you to help out with quick changes during the show!”

steve raised an eyebrow.

“quick WHAT now?” he said. maddie laughed again, but quickly stopped when she saw that he wasn’t joking.

“it means you help the actors backstage change their costumes when they have a short period of time to do it,” she said. “we already have someone stationed to help belle, so we’re assigning you to the beast. sound good?”

steve froze. the beast.

he was quick changing. the beast.

he was changing eddie fucking munson’s clothes.

“here, i’ve got a list of his costumes and when he needs to be in what and where he’s going to be,” maddie said, handing him a piece of paper. steve took it absently, still in shock. “most of these quick changes won’t be bad. you just have to put on certain things over the beast costume itself. what he REALLY needs help with the most is when you’re going to change him out of the beast costume and into the prince costume. that’ll be a full strip.”

steve’s head was spinning. he could barely pay attention as maddie went through the sheet with him and pointed at costume pieces on the rack. he was only shook out of his little trance when maddie said, “speak of the devil and he shall appear. hey, eddie.”

eddie grinned and looked between the two of them as he took his main beast costume off the rack.

“hey there, you two,” he said. “mads, i heard you wanted to talk to old stevie boy here. trying to shoot your shot?”

maddie laughed.

“he wishes,” she said. “nah, i’m just debriefing him on his new job. which i guess involves you so now’s a good a time as ever to let you know! steve’s going to be your quick change helper!”

eddie froze and looked up from the thread he was trying to pull off of his costume. he looked at maddie very seriously.

“you’re not joking?” he asked quietly. steve’s face grew hot. was he upset?

“nope,” maddie said absently, turning back to the costume rack and sifting through a few more pieces. “he’s gonna do all your changes, so look for him backstage and tell him what you need, okay?”

eddie turned to look steve dead in the eye and smirked.

“absolutely i will,” he said, glancing to steve’s lips and back up at his eyes again. steve blushed as eddie walked past him and winked. steve turned to watch eddie go for a second before shaking himself out of it. come on steve, pull it together! what are you DOING?

“fifteen till places!”

steve looked up as robin’s voice rang throughout the hallway. he added his own “thank you fifteen” a bit later than everyone else did.

“here.”

steve turned back to maddie, who was holding out costumes and stuffing them into steve’s arms. there weren’t many, and most of course were just going to be put over the beast costume itself, but he found his eye get caught on the prince costume for the end of the show.

those pants looked tight as FUCK.

“put these backstage wherever you need, okay?” maddie said. “i put where he enters and exits on that paper. let me know if you need anything!”

steve mumbled a thank you and headed backstage. after setting eddie’s costumes, steve collapsed back into the throne. and tried not to think about the fact that he was going to be pressed up against eddie, taking off his clothes, in the cramped backstage area in a matter of minutes.

that thought wasn’t distracting at all.

***

steve laid down on the floor backstage and let out a breath he didn’t even know he had been holding.

they had stumbled through act one, and were now into act two. he had just finished putting eddie’s fancy dinner jacket on over the beast costume and sent him out onstage with a minute to spare.

the changes hadn’t been bad. steve was honestly a lot more flustered with trying to pull jackets and pants over the beast costume than he was with being so close to eddie.

then again, they hadn’t gotten to the full stripping scene yet.

steve closed his eyes and listened as their mrs. potts sang the title song, “beauty and the beast”. as much as steve loved seeing eddie perform (he always had, secretly), he couldn’t watch this scene. or the ending after the beast transformed. he didn’t like seeing someone on stage flirting with eddie, and he REALLY didn’t like seeing someone on stage KISSING eddie. not that steve had any authority to be upset about this, but he just was. and hey, eddie was gay! he shouldn’t have to do that, right? was that homophobia? hm. he’d have to ask robin later. steve was still a bit new to the world of being bi.

steve laid around backstage for another little bit, until he heard the mob song begin. he slowly got himself up and stretched. it wouldn’t be long until the transformation scene, and he needed to get himself over to the other side of the stage for that.

steve got to the other side before the mob song had ended and froze when he saw eddie, waiting in the wings for his next entrance. eddie turned as he heard steve and grinned, waving. steve, feeling the heat rush into his face, waved back. why the fuck was he sweating now? this was PATHETIC.

steve averted his eyes and quickly headed over to the prince costume. he tried to make himself look busy by straightening it out, but he knew his attempts must look ridiculous. he was a pining mess. and he couldn’t. stop. SWEATING.

“jesus harrington, i’m the one under the stage lights, not you.”

steve felt his heart skip a beat. eddie was right behind him, murmuring into his ear. steve refused to look up.

“the fuck has you so heated back here, big boy?”

now THAT made steve practically lose control right then and there. he whipped around, expecting to see eddie’s shit-eating grin, but was met with a different sight instead. it was eddie, yes, but he was staring at steve’s lips, a small smile curling onto his face.

not to mention, he was only a few inches away from steve’s face.

it was just about the hottest thing steve had ever witnessed.

before he could respond to any of eddie’s comments, however, eddie’s gaze flickered up to steve’s eyes and he smiled, reaching up and straightening his beast horns. then, he disappeared onto the stage, leaving steve standing, stunned and dumbfounded, in the wing. the question that seemed to ring through his mind constantly that day rang through again.

what the FUCK was THAT?

steve shook his head and turned back to the prince costume. he spent the next several minutes laying it out in a bunch of different ways, trying to figure out what was the most logical way to put it on eddie. there seemed like so much to put on- a dress shirt, dress pants, socks, dress shoes, a royal sash, AND a crown. steve knew that between the two of them they could probably do it quicker than he thought, but it was still intimidating. during intermission, steve had actually listened to a recording of the transformation music to see how much time he had to change eddie. luckily, it was a bit over two minutes- much longer than the time he had for most changes. then again, this one was different. it was a full strip, which meant a lot to take care of in a small amount of time. pressed up against each other. in the hot backstage area. in the dark.

piece of cake.

right?

before he knew it, steve’s head perked up. he heard it. the transformation music. he looked between the curtains and saw eddie coming towards him. steve’s eyes widened and he braced himself.

“let’s do this, harrington,” eddie whispered. he started pulling off the beast paws he was wearing, while steve stood, dumbfounded for a moment. eddie glanced over. “can you unzip me?”

steve blinked and nodded quickly. he turned and unzipped the back of the beast costume.

it was a onesie.

bracing himself for the blush he was about to get on his face, steve unzipped the back of the beast costume and tapped eddie’s leg to get him to step out of it.

“thanks,” eddie said quietly. “sorry you’re face to face with my ass there,” he added with a smirk, reaching for his shirt to pull it on. “can you get my pants?”

steve gulped and nodded. he grabbed the pants and had eddie step into them, then let them pool at the bottom of his legs. he grabbed the socks and shoes and quickly got them on and buckled, then went back to the pants. he looked up momentarily to see eddie smirking at him, one eyebrow raised. he had put on his shirt, sash, and crown, and was now just watching steve pull up his pants.

fuck.

steve shook his head slightly and turned his attention back to the pants. he pulled them up, but had to stop when the pants reached eddie’s ass. they wouldn’t pull up.

“uh, yeah, my ass has proven to be a bit big for these,” eddie whispered with a little laugh. “put your back into it, harrington.”

steve blushed, feeling weak as he hiked up eddie’s pants- once, twice- they were up. the last thing to do was button eddie’s fly.

steve once again made the mistake of looking up at eddie for a split second. he wasn’t smiling or laughing this time. he was just- staring. just staring. steve could only imagine all the stupid comments going through eddie’s head about steve being on his knees in front of him. steve helf eye contact with eddie for a bit too long, until eddie’s eyes widened and he shook himself out of it, looking as if he hadn’t even realized that he was staring. right on cue, eddie grinned. steve turned back to eddie’s fly as he waited for the comment.

“pretty sight here,” he muttered. steve blinked and quickly buttoned eddie’s fly, then stood up and nodded at eddie without looking at him. “thanks, harrington.”

and, with that, eddie was back onstage.

and kissing a girl.

steve sighed and found an empty chair in the corner backstage, sinking into it. his job was done for the night. he just had to sit through the last few minutes of the show, then the cast changing out of their costumes, then notes from their run. steve let himself close his eyes and relax while he listened to the finale.

after a few minutes, the lights on stage went out, and steve heard the director from the back of the auditorium.

“good, everyone! go get changed and be back on stage for notes in ten minutes!”

steve watched as the cast trudged past him backstage to get changed, none of them even realizing he was there. steve sighed and closed his eyes again. he had another few minutes to rest before he needed to be on stage.

“this is beauty and the beast, not sleeping beauty, harrington.”

steve’s eyes snapped opened and he blushed to see that he was face to face with eddie munson. and by face to face, he MEANT face to face- they couldn’t be more than five inches apart.

“shut up,” steve mumbled, trying to turn away. why on earth did eddie insist on flustering and teasing him? it just seemed cruel.

but any conscious thoughts he had were quickly pushed out of his head when eddie reached out and pulled steve’s chin gently back to face his. he was smiling, but not his normal, sarcastic smile. a genuine one.

“wh- what are you-” steve stuttered.

eddie smiled and flicked his eyes down to steve’s lips, then back up to his eyes.

“i wish you were the one i was kissing on stage,” eddie whispered.

steve’s heart was racing.

“y- you don’t mean that.”

“oh, yes i do,” eddie insisted. his smile faded into a more serious expression and his gaze locked onto steve’s lips this time instead of going back to his eyes. “harrington.”

“yeah?” steve breathed softly, his eyes now locked on eddie’s lips.

“can i kiss you?”

“fuck, please.”

eddie didn’t need any further prompting. he smiled softly and leaned forward, placing his hands on steve’s hips and squeezing them gently. steve let out a small gasp and was instantly thankful that he was in a chair to hold him up at that point. eddie smiled more at steve’s reaction and touched their foreheads together slowly.

“eddie?”

“yeah?”

“stop teasing me already and kiss me.”

eddie laughed softly and closed his eyes. steve followed suit, and soon, a soft, gentle pair of lips were placed against his own. it felt like nothing he had EVER felt before. it was full of love and passion and beauty. it was also very clearly a result of long and miserable pining, because the kiss very quickly became needy and heated. steve grabbed onto eddie’s shirt and pulled him even closer, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, eliciting a soft groan from eddie.

“oh, for fuck’s sake!”

steve quickly sprang away from eddie and looked up. eddie himself looked more annoyed than anything, and slowly spun his head around.

it was robin.

she was raising her eyebrows and staring at the two.

“listen, robin, before you say anything-” steve started, but robin held up a hand to cut him off. she turned to eddie.

“promise me,” she said through gritted teeth, “that this will NOT distract him from getting you changed on time.”

eddie grinned and saluted her.

“you got it.”

robin looked at him skeptically, then turned to steve.

“and you-” she started, then stopped, and sighed, shaking her head. “you? just- i don’t know, just go ahead and date the boy of your dreams.”

steve smiled as eddie’s eyes went wide and he whirled back to steve.

“aw, i’m the boy of your dreams?!”

“don’t get a big head, munson.”

“hm. maybe i won’t get A big head, but maybe later, i can get SOME hea-”

“okay, i’m leaving!” robin said quickly, covering her ears and turning away. “on stage in 6 minutes!”

steve blushed and turned back to eddie, who was smiling lovingly at him.

“don’t you need to go get changed?” steve said quietly, raising an eyebrow. eddie hummed and pretended to think.

“good thing i’ve got someone here who can strip me in less than two minutes,” he said finally. “looks like we get to kiss for another four.”

steve laughed and shook his head.

what a dork, he thought, as the two connected their lips again.

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deus-ex-mona · 2 years

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why are they still like this?

(attempted) tl below the cut!

Always Giving It Their All! A Full Throttle Interview☆

Please introduce the unit, as well as yourselves.

YUI: I’m YUI, a vocalist!

RIO: I’m RIO, and I’m also a vocalist.

MEGU: We’re the performers, MEGU and—

DAI: DAI.

YUI: Also, he’s not here right now, but IV, our pal who does the soundwork for FT4 and works the DJ booth at our lives, says hi too!

Please tell us the origins of the name of your unit.

YUI: There’s quite a lot to say about the origins of our unitname, but… well, we’re always going at full throttle! We’re always accelerating at top speed no matter what we do! We can’t be stopped! Such were the feelings behind our decision of the name!

Please tell us what your individual duties within the unit are.

MEGU: I’m in charge of the choreography~. And the emceeing!

DAI: But that’s just you being your usual chatty self, right?

RIO: DAI is in charge of the designing and the restyling of the costumes.

DAI: There’s no one else here but me who could make us look as cool as can be.

MEGU: RIO seems to be the token serious one of FT4, yeah? He even helps IV out sometimes.

DAI: I imagine that IV, too, consults with RIO whenever he has problems with his songwriting.

YUI: What about me?! What am I in charge of?

RIO: You’re in charge of firing up the crowd, aren’t you?

MEGU: To put it another way, you’re in charge of keeping things lively☆

DAI: Well, at an actual live, us performers will be sure to liven things up, though.

YUI: We vocalists won’t lose to you guys either!

RIO: Oi, don’t go off-topic.

MEGU: As expected of our token serious guy, good work bro (lol).

There are both Third Year and Second Year High School students in the unit, so is there an atmosphere of clear distinction between the “Seniors” and the “Juniors”?

YUI: Such an atmosphere existed between DAI and RIO in the past, but nowadays, it doesn’t seem to exist at all. Rather than being divided into seniors and juniors, we’re more like friends! Ah, IV is really scary when he gets mad, though. He’s the most senior-like person in that sense, I guess… Ah, I really shouldn’t have said that! If he finds out that I called him scary, he’ll flip out on me later.

All of you work harmoniously with each other, but when did you first meet?

MEGU: DAI and I met when we were Elementary School students, didn’t we? He had a really sharp look in his eyes back then. Ah, but that doesn’t seem to have changed till now?

DAI: Huuh?! You’re the one who was a total wolf in sheep’s clothing as an Elementary School student. Your eyes weren’t smiling at all.

MEGU: We met RIO and YUI in Middle School, right? I was unexpectedly drop-kicked by YUI during my first meeting with him, y’know?!

DAI: But well, all of us did hit it off pretty quickly, yeah?

Please tell us if there are any places where the five of you have created memories.

MEGU: The four of us would often hang out with IV at the hospital, so it’d be there, I guess?

RIO: We made music there, fooled around like idiots while talking about the most inane of things there, and we occasionally studied there too.

MEGU: We hardly ever studied, though (lol).

DAI: You at least open your textbook before a test, right? Well, it’s not like you could even keep it open for 10 minutes… We also decided on the name of our unit at that hospital, yeah?

MEGU: Yup, yup! I remember that we got so hyped up that the nurses got mad at us.

A Must-See for Fans who Want to Know More About Them♪

Please tell us more about your upcoming album.

RIO: The instrumentals are cool, and I think that it’s an album that is uniquely us. Some of the songs have lyrics that spell out the thoughts and feelings of us members. I hope that our feelings will be able to reach the listeners of the album.

DAI: The photoshoot for the album’s jacket flew by real fast. Everyone had gotten really into it, and we were all fighting over who looked the coolest. Well, the three of them weren’t as good as me, though.

What do you talk about in the dressing room, as well as backstage?

YUI: When I get way too pumped up, I tend to forget what I’m gonna say in the actual performance, or what the next song we’re gonna sing is, so I’m often the only one who’s doing a final check instead.

Please tell us about a topic that has created a buzz among the five of you as of late.

DAI: Ah, it’d be about LIPxLIP, I guess?

MEGU: It has to be about them, right? We’ve really been buzzing about it, right? (lol)

DAI: It has been a while since MEGU and I have seen LIPxLIP at work, but those guys weren’t talking to each other in the waiting room at all.

MEGU: If it were us, the very notion of silence would be completely unthinkable, right? At least someone would definitely be talking, no? And then we got to talking about how amazing LIPxLIP, who’re the complete opposites of us, are. When it comes to work, they’re able to understand each other really well, so maybe they’re using telepathy? That’s how it seems, at least (lol).

DAI: Those guys are performing better than they did back when we watched their dance lessons, no?

MEGU: The two of them are really amusing, aren’t they?☆

Please tell us if you have anything to reveal that’s along the lines of “I haven’t told the other members this, but the truth is…”.

MEGU: It’s kiiinda embarrassing, but I’ll reveal a very special secret! To be honest, I… witnessed YUI drinking DAI’s protein without permission, y’know? Many times too!

DAI: Huuh?!

YUI: Hey, don’t expose me! Wait, that’s not even MEGU’s secret, that’s mine!

MEGU: Ain’t that obvious? My secrets don’t come cheap, y’know?

DAI: I’ve been wondering why it’s been decreasing so quickly as of late… So it was your doing, YUI!

YUI: Ah, MEGU you idiot! Now I won’t be able to get into DAI’s protein anymore!

RIO: Don’t you have the option of just buying your own?

Are there any places that you have gone out with the other members to recently?

RIO: If you’re talking about places we’ve been to recently, we, along with IV, went to MEGU’s family’s vacation home as a group of five, I guess? We’ve been there a few times, but it’s a place that’s a ways off from the city. It’s a nice place that’s surrounded by nature. We messed around till dawn… somehow, it was kind of troublesome.

By the way, is there anything that you would like to do with the other members when Spring arrives?

YUI: I want all of us to take a break and go on a trip together!

RIO: Yeah, going away for a while does sound nice. Also, what do you think about going cherry blossom viewing?

YUI: That sounds great too! Make lunches for us, RIO. I want rice balls, wieners, and omelettes in mine, okay?

RIO: I’d like to make that for you, but I’d have a lot to handle if I had to take everyone’s requests.

YUI: And when it gets warmer, I wanna go out and skateboard as much as I can. You should try it too, RIO, I’ll teach you!

RIO: Sure, why not?

Lastly, please give a message to your fans!

MEGU: Have you guys gotten waaay more interested in us?

DAI: We call our fans “SICKS”, with the intended meaning of being addicted to FT4.

MEGU: Yup, yup! All you guys out there, go ahead and get drunk on us, get drowned in us, and get captivated by us☆

RIO: Yeah, we definitely won’t make you regret it.

YUI: Also! There’s the meaning of being the sixth member of FT4 in “SICKS”! We’ll be continuing to go at full throttle from here on out, so don’t get thrown off and be sure to follow us! Got it, SICKS?!

#many liberties were taken in the tl loll. why do all of them speak like *this*#no yuis were hurt in the interview… probably #dai bby ily but you speak reallyyyyyy funny :(#at least the next interview is shorter :)))))) 10 questions compared to this interview’s 13 :)))))))#fedora throttle4 #fedora translations4 #instant ramen instructions comprehensions

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deliasamed · 6 months

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Preposition - "Up"

Preposition “Up”

Direction/Location: Upward: Moving or pointing in a higher position. She looked up at the stars. The cat climbed up the tree. Towards a Higher Place: When going to a place of higher elevation. We hiked up the mountain. Can you drive up to the summit? These are some of the most common meanings of the preposition up in English, and there can be additional nuances depending on the context in which it is used. Up with numbers: Up can be used with numbers and amounts to indicate an approximation or an increase. Here are some examples: There were up to 50 people at the event. This suggests that there were approximately 50 people at the event, but not necessarily exactly 50. The cost of the project could be up to $10,000. This implies that the project's cost may reach as high as $10,000, but it could be less. The temperature is expected to rise up to 90 degrees Fahrenheit this week. This means that the temperature may reach a maximum of 90 degrees Fahrenheit at some point during the week. The package contains up to 20 individually wrapped chocolates. This indicates that there are approximately 20 chocolates in the package, but the actual number might be slightly less. The bonus for sales performance can be up to 5% of your annual salary. Employees can receive a bonus of approximately 5% of their salary, but it might be lower depending on their performance. The flight delay could be up to two hours. Passengers should prepare for a possible delay of around two hours, but it could be shorter. The shelf can hold up to 30 pounds of weight. The shelf is designed to support approximately 30 pounds, but exceeding this limit may cause damage. The restaurant's wait time is up to 30 minutes during peak hours. Diners may have to wait for around 30 minutes, but it could be shorter or longer depending on the crowd. In these sentences, up to is used to convey an approximation or a maximum amount, indicating that the actual number or amount might vary within a certain range. Up as an adjective: The energy level is up in the office after the team's success. His confidence is up since he started his new job. The enthusiasm is up among the students as they prepare for the school play. Productivity is up in the factory since the new equipment was installed. Sales are up this quarter, thanks to the new marketing campaign. The attendance is up at the museum following the opening of a new exhibit. Motivation is up in the gym with the arrival of a new personal trainer. Interest is up in the stock market due to recent developments. In these examples, to be + up is used to indicate that a particular quality or quantity is increased or elevated. Up as a particle in phrasal verbs: Up can function as a particle in phrasal verbs and expressions. Here are some examples: Wake up: I usually wake up at 7:00 AM on weekdays. She woke up feeling refreshed and ready for the day. Eat up: Please eat up your dinner; there are starving children in the world. He ate up all the cookies in one sitting. Clean up: We need to clean up the kitchen after cooking dinner. The volunteers helped clean up the park after the event. Catch up: I need to catch up on my reading; I've fallen behind. Let's meet for coffee and catch up on each other's lives. Give up: Don't give up on your dreams; keep working towards your goals. He finally gave up smoking after years of trying. Pick up: Can you pick up some groceries on your way home? The children picked up seashells on the beach. Show up: She promised to show up at the party, but she never did. Will you be able to show up for the meeting tomorrow? Shut up: Please shut up; I'm trying to concentrate. He told them to shut up and listen. Hurry up: We need to hurry up if we want to catch the train. Hurry up and finish your homework before bedtime. Dress up: They dressed up in their best outfits for the wedding. Don't forget to dress up for the costume party. Cheer up: I tried to cheer him up after he received the bad news. Her friends are planning to visit her to cheer her up. Make up (in the context of reconciling): They had a disagreement, but they made up the next day. It's important to make up after an argument in a relationship. These examples illustrate how up is used as a particle in various phrasal verbs, adding specific meanings or nuances to the verbs they modify.

Up as an adverb:

When you use the adverb up with verbs of motion, it often implies movement in a higher direction or above something. Here are some examples: I climbed up to reach the top shelf. In this sentence, climbed up indicates moving in a higher direction to reach a higher point (the top shelf). The birds flew up into the sky. Flew up suggests that the birds moved vertically into the higher part of the sky. She jumped up to catch the ball. Jumped up implies that she leaped upward to catch the ball, indicating a motion towards a higher position. The hot air balloon floated up above the trees. Floated up means that the hot air balloon ascended vertically, going above the trees. He swam up to the surface of the water for a breath of air. Swam up indicates that he moved upwards through the water to reach the surface, which is above him. The elevator took us up to the 10th floor. Took up signifies the elevator's upward movement to reach the 10th floor, which is higher in the building. They hiked up to enjoy the view from the peak. Hiked up describes their journey upward along the mountain to reach the summit, which is the highest point. The rocket blasted off and headed up into space. Headed up indicates the rocket's upward trajectory into the expanse of space. In these examples, up is used with verbs like climb, fly, jump, float, swim, take, hike, and head to convey the idea of motion in a higher direction or above something. Adverb up with the verbs of motion for proximity,closeness to something or somebody: Come up: I saw a school of fish come up to the surface to catch the sunlight. The submarine will come up from the depths of the ocean in a few minutes. Run up: She decided to run up to the hill to get some exercise. The children ran up to the front of the stage to see the magician up close. Swim up: The adventurous snorkeler decided to swim up to the coral reef to explore its beauty. The dolphins playfully swam up to the boat, delighting the passengers. Sail up: The sailors prepared to sail up the river and reach the picturesque lakeside village. As they sailed up the coast, they enjoyed breathtaking views of the coastline. In these sentences, up is used with each of these verbs of motion to indicate the direction of movement or action. Adverb up with some verbs for the termination of the action: When up is combined with certain verbs, it can indicate the termination or completion of work or tasks. Here are some examples: Finish up: I'll finish up this report and send it to you by the end of the day. She finished up her work early so she could enjoy the evening. Pack up: It's time to pack up the equipment and head home. After the picnic, we'll need to pack up the picnic blankets and leftovers. Drink up: The waiter advised us to drink up our water as it was a hot day. He always drinks up his coffee before starting work. Sell up: Due to financial difficulties, they had to sell up their family business. The decision to sell up their property was a tough one. Fill up: Don't forget to fill up the gas tank before going on a long road trip. She filled up the sink with soapy water to do the dishes. Eat up: The children were told to eat up their vegetables before having dessert. He ate up all the pizza; there's none left. Use up: We need to use up the old paint before opening the new cans. She used up all her vacation days for the year. Buy up: Investors started to buy up shares of the company after the positive earnings report. During the sale, customers rushed to buy up discounted items. Grow up: When I grow up, I want to be a firefighter. He's grown up to be a responsible young adult. These examples demonstrate how up combined with specific verbs can indicate the conclusion or termination of various tasks, projects, or activities. Adverb up with the other common verbs: Here are examples of common verbs paired with the adverb up: Fill up: Please fill up the gas tank before we hit the road. I'll fill up the water pitcher for the meeting. Get up: I need to get up early for work tomorrow. She got up from her chair and stretched. Give up: Don't give up on your dreams; keep trying. He gave up his seat to the elderly passenger. Look up: I'll look up that information in the encyclopedia. She looked up at the stars in the night sky. Make up (in the sense of inventing): She can make up stories on the spot. I'll make up a funny excuse for being late. Make up for (in the sense of compensating): I'll work extra hours to make up for the time I missed. A kind gesture can make up for a mistake. Pick up: Can you pick up some groceries on your way home? He picked up the dropped papers from the floor. Ring up: The cashier will ring up your items at the checkout. I'll ring up the restaurant to make a reservation. Call up: I'll call up my friend and invite her to the party. He called up the company to inquire about job openings. Stand up: Please stand up and introduce yourself to the class. He stood up for his beliefs even when it was difficult. Wake up: I usually wake up at 6:30 AM on weekdays. The alarm clock will wake you up in the morning. These examples illustrate how the adverb up is combined with various verbs to convey different actions and meanings in English.

Preposition up in word expressions:

Here are some word expressions and phrases with the preposition up: Up to: Indicates a limit or extent. You can choose anything up to $50 from the menu. Up to down: Refers to a movement or transition from a higher position to a lower one. The water flowed from up to down the hill. Up and down: Indicates movement in both higher and lower directions or fluctuation. She searched up and down the street for her lost keys. Up to here: Refers to the current point or level. I can tolerate your behavior up to here, but no more. Up to you: Indicates that a decision or choice is left to the other person. It's up to you whether we go to the movies or stay in. Up to the present time: Refers to a situation or condition continuing until now. Up to the present time, they have not received a response. To come up to one's expectations: Means meeting or fulfilling someone's expectations. Her performance truly came up to our expectations. To make up one's mind: Means to decide or reach a conclusion. I need more time to make up my mind about the job offer. To be up at 8 o'clock: Indicates the time someone wakes up in the morning. I have to be up at 8 o'clock for work. The time's up: Indicates that a designated or allotted time has ended. Sorry, but the time's up for submitting your assignment. What's up? A casual greeting or inquiry about someone's well-being or current situation. Hey, what's up? How have you been? These expressions and phrases with up are used in various contexts to convey different meanings and nuances. Preposition – “Up” Preposition – “Towards” Preposition – “To” Preposition – “Through” Preposition – “Inside” Preposition – “Past” Read the full article

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As someone who also is obsessed with their ocs, I gotta ask about any recent thoughts on your own ocs? Anything planned?

hey, first thanks for the ask!

And honestly, lately I haven’t been able to think as much about my OCs as I would like too. I blame school and work for that (and not the over 100k word fanfic I’m currently writing).

But in true Halloween fashion I obviously thought about what my characters would dress up as and how’d they celebrate. To put it simple, I think they would all meet at Tommy’s place, eat sweets and watch horror movies. But I put a little spin on it and took an extra step further bc what if they were actually in a horror movie (I did a drawing for that idk if you saw it but it should be on my blog somewhere).

So Nico single handily saves them all bc he’s level headed, smart and has played too many horror games for his own good. You’d think Tommy would know better, bc he listens to fictional horror podcasts, but unfortunately he’s driven by his fear and would literally answer to the horrors with “take everything you want and leave me alone.” (rookie mistake.) Good for him that the B in bisexual for bringing your boyfriend to safety stands bc that’s exactly what Nico does.

In true Noah fashion i think he would be the first to go, I mean he’s goofy and already a ghost in canon. (Tho actually it makes me kinda sad so uhm David saves his ass last minute and from there on out it’s just chaos and broken bones until sunrise).

Oh, and for the costumes, David goes as the grim reaper, Tommy goes as Elias Bouchard from tma, Nico goes as vampire (cliche I know but he has the long black hair and emo vibes so can you actually blame me??) and Noah as a ghost,,, kidding he dresses up as a spooky pirate

For any future plans, since I don’t have a lot of time writing for them, I actually want to draw more of David and Noah. Unfortunately I rarely draw them (bc I’m so obsessed with drawing Nico) and I kinda wanna change that.

Also since I’ve gotten really into crocheting, I’m actually planning on crocheting one of my characters as a doll (most likely Nico,, do you notice that i perhaps have a favourite character design??).

Yeah, I guess that pretty much all. Sorry, that the answer got so long. But thank you again!!

#writeblr #wip: the angels of death #anon

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bnha-more-like-bnh-gay · 3 years

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Rarepair headcanons because I am ignoring my problems

Serodeku:

Izuku reenacts the Spider-Man movies with Sero. Izuku is MJ. They also alternate being Spider-Man sometimes

They skate together

They get very protective when people call their boyfriend “plain”

They play dnd together

Sero tries to make sure that izuku gets some rest

They’re both kinda insecure, izuku more than sero, but still; and they make sure to reassure each other as often as possible

Sero likes listening to Izuku’s ramblings and finds them cute. He has told izuku this, only for the poor boy to imitate a tomato

After Izuku has been particularly reckless, Sero takes advantage of his quirk, wraps Izuku in bubble wrap, and tapes it there

Tokodeku:

Jocknerd bf and goth bf, we love to see it

Tokoyami teaches izuku how to sword fight

They start a dnd club at U.A.

Izuku talks to dark shadow a lot, Dark Shadow approves of him, and has claimed the spot of best man at their wedding

Izuku comes up with ideas to help Tokoyami gain control with Dark Shadow

Dark Shadow is very protective over Izuku, no matter how many times Tokoyami tells him that he can take care of himself, Dark Shadow will put himself between Izuku and any form of danger as often as possible

Dekoyama??? Aoyama/izuku:

Aoyama gives him makeovers, obviously

Aoyama drags izuku to the mall and tries to revamp some of his wardrobe, but he actually finds the “pants” and “flannel” type shirts cute

They help each other train their quirks

Aoyama is trilingual, and teaching izuku English and French.

Izuku always brings Aoyama home some new cheese

Y’all, I love them so much. There needs to be more aodeku content

Monoshinsou:

They have people watching dates. They come up with stories for the people they’re watching; their job, family, background, etc.

They judge people together

They call each other “love”

They’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They jokingly sh*t-talk class A

Shinsou said “I love you” first, and it was because Monoma brought him coffee to class

Monoyama:

Like monoshinsou, they’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They go shopping together and pick out the most dramatic pieces of clothing for each other

I love them so much, please 😭✋

They have tea parties every week, where they sh*t talk everyone else and gossip

They are both fancy bastards, and they wear the most exquisite outfits to go grocery shopping, and the outshine everyone

They both actually make clothing, they’ll go fabric shopping together. Gift exchanges are often articles of clothing that they’ve made for each other

Momomei:

They work on gear together!!!

Momo makes sure that mei gets some sleep

Mei helps redesign momo’s suit

They often work together with izuku to work in gear and such

They actually got together after izuku introduced them. He had been working on gear with mei, and studying with momo and he thought they’d hit it off. He was correct

Shintsuyu:

Dude they’d be so cute

Tsu is a vent gremlin, and you can’t change my mind. So she and shinsou will play a game where they try to find each other. Tsu is in the vent and shinsou is in the classrooms. Shinsou will try to find whichever vent she’s in, or she’ll find whichever classroom he’s in, in 20 minutes or less

I always headcanoned tsu as a dog person, so they’d have two cats and two dogs, and a bunny that they named Deku

They like comparing their friends to animals, hence the bunny, Deku

Kamideku:

Kaminari is a flirt, and izuku does n o t know how to handle it

Kaminari likes listening to izuku’s ramblings, and can keep up with them. He’ll ask questions on things too, and Izuku has never felt more appreciated

I don’t know why I feel like they’d have so many animals, but I do. They’d have so many, man. Three cats, two dogs, four sugar gliders, a hamster

Adhd power couple. They hyperfixated on complimentary things at the same time one time

Kaminari tutors izuku in English, and izuku turots kami in some other subjects. He’s also teaching kami JSL on the side. Kaminari has a live of languages

Momochako:

Study dates, Momo asks ochako to quiz her a lot

Ochako takes to floating momo’s things when she wants attention. Especially when Momo is studying. She makes a game out of how many things she can float until the other girl notices

Uraraka’s confidence does wonders for momo’s. Uraraka always makes sure to reassure momo that she is strong and that she can do this

Momo makes Uraraka whatever her heart desires. Uraraka blushes all the time, and momo takes great pride in getting her girlfriend to blush

Minatoru:

Mina clings to everyone, but especially to toru

They give each other stuffed animals so often. They’ll go to the store to get food, and come back with three stuffed animals that reminded them of each other

Please, they’re so cute 😭✋

They will play hide and seek, I stand by this.

Mina helps toru design a new costume. I hate hers, it’s horrible, and sexist, and not suitable for a fucking child

Toru says that pink is her favorite color

They flirt with each other all the time. Half the class thinks it’s cute, half of them used to think it was cute.

Iidamomo:

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, but study dates. they quiz each other, and it actually gets pretty competitive

They also have rage room dates. I will not budge on this. Iida tried to murder someone, and I am excited to see momo finally snap. She deserves it

They alternate paying for dates, don’t try me.

The go hiking a lot

They started liking each other after one late night, both having nightmares. Momo had tea, and offered some to Iida. They talked until the early hours of the morning

They can’t flirt. They try. But they’re horrible at it. They’ll compliment each other all day long, but they cannot flirt.

KIRIDEKU, MY BELOVED:

Y’all,,, y’all, I love them so much

They train together, obviously

They ran into each other one night in the common room after both having nightmares. They talked about middle school, how they were both bullied, izuku’s quirk coming in late, katsuki being abusive, kiri being bullied because his quirk wasn’t “cool.” After that, they were practically inseparable.

They started going on dates, not that either of them knew they were dates. The entire class knew, so did the teachers, so did the rest of U.A. Kirishima picked up on it first after a comment from Mina, he had is realization.

So, he started courting Izuku. Not thag izuku realized this. He brought him flowers on most ‘dates,’ he bought him hero action figures whenever he could, he complimented him until Izuku was red in the face (which was honestly very easy.) Still, izuku remained ignorant to the fact that he was indeed dating Kirishima.

The final tipping point, was due to Uraraka’s help. She was quite tired of watching the two of them pine for each other. It was amusing for the first couple months, watching Kirishima try so hard, and Deku being totally oblivious. However, she took pity on her friends after a while.

So, Uraraka devised a devilish plan to get the two together. She involved Mina, Sero, and kaminari in this plan. What was the plan, you ask? Oh, simply to trap the two in one room until they broke through izuku’s obliviousness.

Kirishima finally “straight” up admitted his feelings, to which Izuku had the sudden realization of “oh my gods, have we been dating this whole time??” Yes, Izuku. Yes you have.

They have two anniversaries after that.

Let’s be honest, they are really, annoyingly, horrifically lovey dovey. Kirishima brags about having “the manliest and bestest boyfriend in the world.” Izuku flaunts his many PowerPoint presentations on how talented and incredible Kirishima is

Uraraka doesn’t know if she did the right thing by helping them. She is so tired

Tsujirou:

Jirou makes playlists for tsu

The few sane ones in class A, I swear

They go on walks in the rain as often as they can

They go for dates in the bookstore too. They each pick out an album and a book for the other to listen to and read

Y’all, they make so much sense togetherrrrr, I’m love them 🥺

Jirou started liking tsu after the crew saved bakugou. Jirou sat with tsu after momo, Iida, kirishima, Todoroki, and izuku apologized and sat with her. They had movie night, and Jirou joined the Bakugou saving crew and tsu with taking well into the night. She just appreciated how much tsu cared

Tsu started liking Jirou after she helped Iida, momo, and izuku try to keep the class in order. She appreciated how diplomatic and calm she was

Jirou would talk to izuku all night long about how gay she was, and how adorable tsu was. So, izuku decided to try and suggest ways for Jirou to ask her out.

She did not end up getting to ask her out though, as Tsu walked up to her the next morning f and asked if she wanted to go on a date. Jirou said yes. Izuku cried

Izujirou:

They make playlists for each other

They go for runs on the beach a lot

They both have insomnia, and often spend time making blanket forts and talking, or FaceTiming and listening to music

Jirou walks into the common room once a week looking for new music. She started liking Izuku after he made a playlist for her for one of these occasions.

They’re both quite awkward when it comes to romance, but neither of them will shy away from facing the truth. So, Jirou made izuku a playlist filled with love songs that reminded her of him and sent it to him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou wrote a love song and told izuku that the song was for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou write analysis about izuku’s quirk for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell

So, then, after thinking that Jirou had done so much for him, izuku made her a playlist filled with love songs. Jirou took this to mean that izuku had finally picked up on her feelings, and accepted them.

So, they started to go on dates. Not that izuku knew this, as he is dense as hell. All leading up to izuku finally confessing his feelings on one of their ‘dates,’ to which Jirou responded, “dude, we’re already dating? Aren’t we? I- I thought that was obvious??”

May this awkward couple be forever blessed

Tokoyama:

Goth/prep boyfriends, we love to see it

At least once a day, Aoyama will proclaim that Tokoyami “shines almost as bright as he does, in his fabulous emo way”

They sword fight, and come up with really dramatic scenarios and scenes that they’re in

They bond over being in the izucrew and their shared love of swords. Aoyama took fencing classes in middle school, and Tokoyami got into sword fighting after watching it in pirates of the Caribbean as a young child. He is self taught and watched countless videos on the art of sword fighting

Tokoyami asked Aoyama our by dramatically presenting him with a dagger and going “will you accompany me on a formal outing as my lover?”

Shinyama:

They flirt constantly

No really, it’s getting quite annoying. Someone please stop them.

They both plop down in random areas and proclaim their deaths, the difference between them, is that Aoyama will burst into shinsou’s room, and yell “love, I’ve been murdered. Mourn for me” while plopping down on shinsou’s lap. Shinsou can be found laying face down outside aoyama’s door, and when Aoyama goes to open the door, he just goes “I’ve been murdered.”

^^ one time, shinsou did a very fun Halloween prank for this, where he poured fake blood all over himself for Aoyama to find him an hour later, asleep.

Nap dates. Aoyama get glitter all over shinsou’s room

Iiyama:

Aoyama enjoys making Iida blush, obviously. But he takes joy in doing it specifically when class is about to start. Aizawa is tired of his shit

Here is how I think an iiyama conversation might go:

Aoyama: I ask for one thing in this relationship-

Iida: Aoyama, you know that’s a lie-

Aoyama: for my boyfriend to carry me around all day-

Iida: Aoyama, I cannot feasibly do this with class-

Aoyama: and I don’t think that’s too much to ask for 😤

Anyway, Aoyama got carried around all day that day, despite Iida’s blush and Aizawa’s eye twitch

Everyone in the izucrew is close, but Iida and Aoyama started to get close after Iida told the crew about Stain. Aoyama wanted Iida to know that he wasn’t alone, and that he wanted to help him. So he started packing extra cheese for lunch and giving it to Iida. Iida was very confused at first. But this was Aoyama trying to court him. This was only made apparent by momo and Jirou telling Iida that this was aoyama’s attempt at expressing romantic interest.

Aoyama flirts with everyone, that’s just who he is. But with Iida? Oh it was tenfold. The poor boy was red in the face constantly. Aoyama was a persistent little bugger too, following him around and calling him ‘mon amour’

Kirikamideku:

My dearest traffic light trio, I’m love them

They train together, and kiri and kami always appreciate izuku’s analysis snd ideas

Kiri falls even more in love with izuku and kaminari when they go off on rants. Izuku rants and kami can keep up with him so he asks questions about it. Kiri loves to watch his boyfriends go on rants, I don’t make the rules, but I do enforce them

They started to get closer after kami and kiri found bakugou causing a ptsd flashback (could be on purpose of an accident, up to the reader.) they stated with him and tried to talk him through it. After this, izuku started to tell them about having been a “late bloomer” and being bullied, etc. (I don’t know, man; I tend to over share after flashbacks and after panic attacks)

Izuku tutors them in several subjects, but kami tutors them in English. Kiri just falls in love with his smart boyfriends

Izuku is teaching kami JSL and kami is helping izuku with English and Italian (personal headcanon that Italian has been one of kami’s special interests) kiri loves to listen to them, and finds it relaxing and calming to hear them do this. When he has panic attacks, he’ll ask them to tutor each other in different languages

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scarlettriot · 3 years

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Mina Ashido Headcanons!

@jewel116 requested some headcanons of our Alien Queen and I am here to deliver!

Some of these also could be considered BakuSquad HCs, hope that's alright.

I also went ahead and included some Adult Mina and 18+ Mina Headcanons too. Both are below the cut and clearly stated. Warnings are posted at each header mark.

If anyone has any other requests, lemme know!

Basic Mina Headcanons

Warnings: It's as fluffy as her dang hair! (Swearing)

. Most definitely has ADHD! In class, she is constantly tapping her foot on bouncing her leg as a means of trying her best to keep focused.

. Has a collection of shirts that she has designated for sleep and loungewear because she's burned acid holes in them by accident. Sometimes she'll wear them to concerts and shows if the design is cool enough.

. Loves piggyback rides! Frequently will run and jump on the backs of the guys in the BakuSquad. Even Katsuki himself puts up with it after a while.

. While Katsuki is the 'mom' of the squad, Mina is the one everyone goes to when they need comfort. Denki will curl up in her lap after a long day, Eijiro frequently goes to her when his insecurities creep back in, Hanta shows up late at night and they talk in her room about nothing just because he doesn't want to be alone, and Katsuki, well, he shows up to her room, slams the door and complains for a solid half-hour after reading a particularly heartbreaking scene in a manga while she listens to every word and validates his feelings.

. Mina worries far more than people believe she does. Her bubbly, loud, personality usually masks it but she knows when people are lying to her about what's going on in their heads.

. Sitting properly in a chair physically bothers her. She'd much rather be hanging upside down off it.

. She lowkey likes that the boys get protective over her.

. Mina is the type of person who gets A LOT of random thoughts that pop up in her head and one of the few people who actually will engage with the sheer randomness of the ideas is Shoto. Not only does he engage, he comes up with his own! The two can talk for hours.

. Loves hosting 'spa parties' in the common area of the dorms, everyone is welcome to join.

. When road trips happen, she's making the playlists (technically, she and Kyoka switch off).

. Tries teaching Tenya, Izuku, and Shoto how to flirt. After a very embarrassing first hour, Shoto didn't learn a single thing, Izuku was only good at it when paired with Shoto and Tenya... Tenya had her SHOOK! Man has game and she made sure everyone knew!

. Has weekly meetings with Yuga where they drink tea and spill the tea.

. She is so damn ticklish. Hanta was teasing her one day, she warned him to stop, he received an elbow to the face for not listening.

. Tried to grow her hair out once but it didn't grow down... it grew OUT. Mina thought she rocked it, and she totally did but ended up having it cut back down so poor Tsyu could see in class.

. Wakes up early three days a week to practice her hand-to-hand combat with Eijiro. Mina wants to improve her technique and Eijiro needed to work on his mobility, it benefits them both.

. Just Dance is her favorite game, she dominates.

. Easily forms new interests.

. Won't admit it but she gets jealous super easily.

. Will be the first to attempt to throw hands for a friend! I HC she was picked on as a child for looking so different but it never really phased her too badly, she likes looking different but understands that not everyone thinks like she does. So, if someone were to say something about Mezo's facemask, she's stepping in to defend the guy without hesitation.

. Knows every TikTok dance EVER. If a new one comes out, she's mastered it by end of the day and her account is always up to date.

. (Popular idea but important to reinforce) Mina and Eijiro co-founded a club, Horn Buddies, specifically to make Eri feel more welcome. They take her on trips and group outings. The only horned person who's not allowed to join is Pony because she was rude as heck to Mezo.

. Mina gets extra competitive over board games.

. She can ice skate and roller skate like a champ.

. Mina is resilient, dedicated, and passionate. She has goals and the girl will achieve them.

Pro Hero - Adult Mina Headcanons

Warnings - Mentions of alcohol use and swearing

. Gets several tattoos and piercings.

. Starts a roller derby club with most of the girls from 1A.

. Loves going out to the hottest dance clubs just as much as she enjoys staying in and munching on take-out food with friends.

. The Horn Buddies club she formed with Eijiro has now expanded into regular society and both young heroes couldn't be more proud. Together they've formed a foundation that strives to help those with non-flashy, unconventional, or misunderstood quirks feel welcomed and loved.

. Does her best to shop small whenever she can. Mina wants to help her community in as many different ways as possible.

. Becomes a fashion icon for many small, just starting out, alternative clothing lines. They love her look and the standard she sets.

. Goes to fashion and runway shows with Momo on the regular. While Momo prefers buying right off the rack, Mina goes to thrift stores and buys items that are coming back into style.

. Does her best to stay in touch with her classmates. She really cherished the friendships she made and goes the extra mile to make sure everyone stays connected.

. Has told off Shoto's father. Sent the man an anonymous bag of flaming dog shit as well for making his son so damn stressed. Sorry, not sorry.

. As long as she isn't in the middle of a fight, Mina will always stop to take a photo with a fan or sign an autograph. In or out of costume, she doesn't care.

. In high school, Mina's room was always decked out for the holidays. She goes decoration crazy and it is always done well. But, now that she's an adult with that pro hero money and her own place, she's the best house on the block decorated for each and every holiday! Inside and out! Also throws holiday-themed parties.

. Got absolutely trashed with the BakuSquad one night and taught them all how to twerk. By the end of the lesson, she deemed Katsuki was the best of her students.

. Loves to drink. Is a lightweight. Katsuki and Eijiro have carried her home more times than they can count.

NSFW 18+ Mina HC Below - Minors DNI

Warnings: Drinking, rough sex, mentions of orgies, handcuffs, impact play, and praise kinks. Subtle sexual relations with BakuSquad, Jiro, Todoroki, and Ochaco.

. The Queen of stripteases and lap dances.

. If any of her friends are at a party or some event and they need a fake date, Mina is their go-to person. She's handsy. She's flirty. And has no problem with platonic make-outs.

. Always encourages kissing-themed games at parties. Seven Minutes in Heaven, Spin the Bottle, those sorts of games. Mina also loves to play cupid and has rigged a game or two to get people together.

. Has made out with every member of the BakuSquad at least once as well as Kyoka, Shoto, and Ochaco simply because she was curious.

. Has attempted to start an orgy with the BakuSquad before when intoxicated. Still mentions it in passing just in case they change their minds.

. Has gone further with Katsuki and Eijiro though. Maybe both at the same time once or twice or several times...

. Wonderfully filthy dirty talk. Can even make Katsuki blush.

. (A personal favorite of mine that was in a previous post) When they were first years, Eijiro asked innocently enough, to touch her horns. He was gentle but that didn't matter. Our poor girl was so damn flustered! Her face turned red bright, she felt hot, and she had to go take a very cold shower!

. Ei felt terrible about it. It took them both maturing for her to explain exactly why she reacted that way... and then asked him to do it again.

. Is likely to send NSFW texts and photos while people are indeed at work. She is a Pro Hero though so only certain people are allowed to have those photos. A scandal is the last thing she wants.

. Very good at communication and is not afraid to speak her mind about what she wants and needs out of a relationship and her sex life.

. Loud, very loud, very needy.

. Fuzzy handcuffs in every color she can think of and adores impact play.

. Let her know she's doing a good job, Mina responds well to praise.

. Big cuddler after sex. Wants to snuggle into you and more than likely take a nap.

#mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #mha #mina ashido #mina ashido headcanons #mina ashido fluff #bakusquad #bakusquad headcanons #mina ashido smut #katsuki bakugo smut #eijiro kirishima smut #kirishima #bakugo #denki kaminari #hanta sero #shoto todoroki #bakukirimina

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sunbeammuhebi · 2 years

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Anaconda Chapter 1

Sakusa x Reader | Enemies to Lovers | Super Slow burn

"The snake stood up for evil the garden"

y/n was your stereotypical popular college bad girl with tattoos and tongue piercing. She seemed hard to approach but y/n was always willing to help someone in need. She went to a few parties, broke a few rules, and lived her life the exact way she wanted to. That is until she met Sakusa Kiyoomi at a Halloween party. Sakusa was the exact opposite of her, a straight A business student at the rival university, followed all the rules, even made some, and was most definitely not a people person.

But they were drawn to each other for some reason…. Maybe it was because opposites attract?

Or maybe it’s because they had more similarities than they thought.

Also uploaded to Ao3 (which is a few chapters ahead):https://archiveofourown.org/works/37124218/chapters/92623801

Spotify playlist link ( I recommend to play on shuffle): https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3dVLYNxeKQkC1EdbIFuJdl?si=65dfc4626e7f4548

Chapter 1: Python

“Hmmm red or green?” You ask your roommate Yachi while holdig up two different fitted dresses to your body. You were both getting ready for a big Halloween party hosted by one of your friends, Miya Atsumu. How were you friends with the most popular guys at your rival university? Your y/n l/n of course, who are you not friends with?

“To be honest, if you're going for something like a blinged out medusa, I think black would be perfect.” Yachi responds by handing you a black mid thigh fitted dress with a golden shimmer all over. It was strapless with long sleeves. You put the other dresses back on the rack and hold it up to your body while looking into the changing room mirror.

“Yachi you are a genius.” It felt perfect, it complimented your body perfectly. The only rule for the party was that the costumes had to be homemade or pieced together. That wasn’t a problem for you or Yachi since you're both Fashion designer majors.

“Now all we need to do is find you a skirt for your angel costume” You turn to Yachi, you’ve been friends ever since freshman year. A lot of people question your friendship, as you’re both an odd pair that doesn’t seem like it would work on paper. You were the famous “bad girl” of your school, you did what you wanted when you wanted to. Wore whatever what you felt like made you feel amazing. Yachi was more quiet and shy, she wasn’t a pushover but didn’t really strive for anything.

One day you were assigned to be partners for a project for midterms, sure it was weird at first but you both hit it off and have been friends ever since, you were even able to change roommates and room with Yachi. Even with your difference, you both balance each other out. Yachi goes along with all of your crazy ideas while keeping you in check, while you introduce her to the hidden thrills and fun of life.

You buy the dress from Flame Topic and walk out of the store to look in the other stores at the mall. The mall was packed with people looking for costumes for Halloween.

“Seems like everyone is out trying to find a last minute costume.” Yachi says

“Yeah too bad there’s not much left.”

“Yeah, maybe I should just wear the skirt I have back in the dorm.”

You turn your head to her and shake your head.

“No way, that skirt would be too tame, plus it’s too long and not even the same shade of white as your top.”

“ Yeah you're right.”

“You don’t have to listen to me though Yachi, if you want to wear that skirt you can.”

“ No it’s fine, you're right, I should try something new!”

You both get on the escalator to go down to this famous store called Python, which was more on the alternative side. It definitely wasn’t your Starbucks, cardigan, and ugg type of girl store. It was the vibrators and dildos in the back type of store and you loved that.

While going down the escalator you notice Atsumu and his friends going up in the opposite one. You see Aran, Suna, Bokuto, Hinata, and someone else you can’t make out. You're not even sure if you’ve seen them before. You could tell he had black wavy hair and two moles above his right eyebrow. Who was he?

“Hey piss head, over here!” You shout at them not caring about everyone else on the escalator.

“Hey who are you calling piss head!” Atsumu shouts back. You hold up a peace sign. Everyone waves and says hi to you and Yachi.

“Why are you even here Atsumu, don’t tell me you're not prepared for your own halloween party.”

“ I actually am prepared, I’m just looking for a costume for one of my friends here.” You wondered who it was he’s looking for. It was most likely Bokuto, he seems the most forgetful.

“Good luck with that, everything's damn near gone!” Your last shout as you and yachi reach the bottom.

“ You recognize the guy in the back y/n?”

“No I didn’t recognize him, must be one of Atsumu’s new friends.” You still find it weird how Atsumu didn’t mention this new random person, he usually tells you about all of the new friends he makes. As annoying as he is, he’s oddly great with people. You had to admit he was charming, but not charming enough to charm you to date him though. He gave up on that a long time ago and now you're both the best of friends.

It wasn’t that you didn’t find Atsumu attractive , sure he was hot, but he just wasn’t your type

You and Yachi walk into Python and find Yachi the perfect white skirt for her angel costume. You also found yourself a cute pair of golden snake earrings. Snakes were your favorite animal, you found them pretty for some reason. They were beautiful animals with evil connotations and were symbols of sin. They reminded you of yourself.

After finding everything you needed from the mall you and Yachi drove back to your dorm room. While piecing together your costumes you call Atsumu to talk about his new friend.

“ Hey why didn’t you tell me you made a new friend huh?” You say while holding a few pins in your mouth. You made sure the pins didn’t touch your tongue piercing, not wanting anything to get caught or stuck.

“What are you jealous of?” You could see him making that snarky grin through the phone.

“No, just answer the damn question. I’m curious.”

“ Nah, I’m not gonna tell you just yet, I’ll let you meet him at the party tonight. “

“Don’t tell me you're trying to hook me up with someone, Atsumu.” He has tried this multiple times in the past. None of them ever worked out. For some odd reason Atsumu thinks you’d like guys who are just like you. You just know in your heart that you couldn’t date yourself, you’d but heads way too often.

“That is not what I’m doing, besides if that was the case then I would have already introduced you both. I know what type of person you are y/n, as much as you like playing games yer very impatient and a little brash.”

“ I didn’t ask for your observations of Atsumu, just tell me who he is.”

“Prime example”

“Uh whatever, this party better be fucking awesome or I swear I’m beating your ass.”

“ You don’t have to worry about that, I got it all covered, besides if I don’t, I would love to have your hands all over-”

You hang up on him mid sentence. Who was he to call you brash and impatient, he’s just as down bad as you are.

“Alright how do I look!” Yachi reveals her costume to you, and boy is it cute. As you peaked out from the bathroom door you looked at her costume.

The skirt she got from the mall wasn’t too short but wasn’t too long either, she wore a white ribbed crop top, white stockings, and a pair of flat square heels. The halo and wings topped it off.

“You look sexy as hell Yachi!”

“Ha ha, the irony. Are you almost finished with yo-” Yachi was too stunned to speak as you opened the bathroom door.

“ Oh my god y/n that looks amazing!”

The dress was perfect, the crown was perfect, the glow from your jewelry made it as if you were glowing. The black heels with golden bottoms looked great as well.

“Alright makeup time!”

Yachi went for a softer look while you were more bold, and had some glitter here and there.

You also decided to change your tongue piercing, instead of going with the normal silver ball, you changed it to a golden heart.

You and Yachi took a few pictures before leaving for the party.

In the car Yachi asks you a question.

“Y/n are you sure this okay, I feel like I’m showing too much.”

“ Since you're asking me, I think you look great and there’s nothing wrong with showing some skin Yachi, I think once Yamaguchi and Tsukki see you it won’t even be a problem anymore.”

“y/n!” Yachi says embarrassed.

“What I know, they both like you, and you like them, and you’ve been waiting for something to happen, trust me this will be the catalyst to a great night.”

“If you say so.”

“ But hey, all jokes aside, if you ever get uncomfortable just tell me and I’ll get the backup hoodie in the trunk for you.”

“Thanks y/n.”

“Of course! Look I love you Yachi, I wanna pull you out of your shell but I’m not gonna force you, I’m always gonna have your back.”

You both arrive at the party, you're a little late but that’s alright. The longer they wait the more impatient they get to see you. You finally find a parking spot and park your car. You enter Atsumu’s gigantic house and see people already partying like they’ve never partied before. There was a pool but you and Yachi didn’t plan to swim. The music was loud and intoxicating you to dance with someone already.

As you look for your friends you see all types of costumes, the create a costume from scratch idea was actually brilliant. Some costumes look like they took hours while others looked like it took five minutes, you and Yachi laugh at a few funny ones.

You see a head of yellow colored hair in the middle of the dance floor and to your surprise it’s Atsumu. You and Yachi make you way over to him

“Guess who shows up fashionably late!”

“Oh shit y/n late as ever!” Atsumu practly yells over the loud music. He was a zombie, whoever did his makeup did a good job but you had to tease him a little.

“ Wow Tsumu you came to your own halloween party as yourself, that’s kinda lame.” You tease.

“Whatever y/n, you know my costume is ten times better than yours. Even with all of the jewelry you are wearing.”

“ You wish.” You see Tsukki and Yamaguchi in the corner of your eyes, they seem to be talking at the staircase. Tsukishima’s dinosaur and Yamaguchi is a ghost. You elbow Yachi and point in their direction.

“Yeah, Tsukishima and Yamaguchi are there, Yachi , if you want to go party with them, and by the way your costume looks great.” Atsumu gives a thumbs up for her, she thanks him as she makes her way to their direction.

“Did you make her costume, it doesn’t look like something she would wear to a party.” Atsumu asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“No she made it herself, I had to reassure her to actually wear it. But enough about all of that. Where’s your mystery friend you’ve been keeping from me?”

“He should be around here somewhere, he’s not much of a party person.”

“So you forced him to come is what I’m hearing.”

“No…Maybe….Yes. That’s not the point. “

“Then what is?”

“Look y/n I’ll let you meet him on your own, I think if I introduce you to him he’ll think you're a bad person. “

“Oh is that because your personality is so shitty he thinks anyone associated with you is shitty as well?” You ask innocently.

“No, why do you guys mock me like that all the time.”

“You can whine later, tell me where I can find him.”

“To be honest I have no idea, just one thing before you go looking, don’t try to touch him, he likes his personal space. He’s not a germaphobe but he’s pretty close to it.”

“Okay I’ll keep that in mind. Peace.” You make your way out of the dancing crowd. Why did you want to meet this person anyways, he doesn’t sound like someone who’d wanna be friends with you anyways. Maybe it’s because you are just curious as to how you don’t know someone this close to one of your closest friends.

“Hey Hey Hey y/n! You look great as always.” You run into Bokuto and Akaashi, they’re both wearing matching owl onesies, it was really cute you had to admit.

“Aww you two are adorable, I love the onesies.”

“Thank you.” Akaashi says. “You are looking for someone, you don’t usually attend parties alone.”

“Well Yachi is with glasses and freckles, I’m looking for Atsumu's new friend.”

“Hmm, new friend? Oh you mean Sakusa?”

“Yeah I guess.”

“ Sakusa isn’t much of a party person.” Bokuto says he doesn’t even have to yell, his boisterous voice projects over the damn music.

“So I heard. You know where I can find him?”

“He’s probably outside.” Akaashi answers.

“Okay thanks, have fun you two.” You wave and make your way outside.

The pool Atsumu owned is honestly pretty fucking awesome, but you didn’t feel like swimming at a costume party.

You look around and you didn’t see Sakusa but instead you found Hinata and Kageyama in the pool. Seeing their costumes made you laugh on the spot. You could tell Kageyama was Dory but you couldn’t tell if Hinata was Nemo or Marlin.

“Hey Dory, did you finally find Nemo or are you still roaming the sea with his father Marlin?” You say interrupting whatever game they were playing in the pool.

“y/n-san!” They both say surprised.

“What’s up you two”

“Nothing, and if you couldn’t tell I’m Nemo, I don’t know who Marlin is though.” Hinata answers.

“Dumbass Marlin was the name of the turtle in the movie.” Kageyama tried to correct Hinata, ultimately failing.

“I thought that was the name of the shark.” You honestly missed their idotic bickering.

“No Marlin was Nemo’s dad, Crush was the turtle, and Bruce was the shark.” You say before they start fighting again.

“ y/n you know too much about Finding Nemo.” Kageyama says.

“Yeah yet I’m not the one dressed up as Dory, a character from the movie YOU chose to pick a costume from.”

“Whatever.” Kageyama gives up bickering with you.

“ Have either of your guys seen Atsumu’s new friend, Sakusa by chance?” You ask them.

“No” They both say.

“Do you have an idea of where he would be?”

“No.”

This was going to be a long night of hide and seek.

“Maybe instead of looking for him you could just party with me instead.” Oh no, you recognize that voice. It belonged to the one and only asshole, Oikawa Tooru.

“ Look who it is, Oikawa, the grand asshole.” You say as you turn around.

“Y/n we haven’t seen each other in forever. You look even sexier than the last time we met.”

“And you somehow look even shittier, wow you amaze me with your accomplishments.” Oikawa’s costumes were as obnoxious as his personality. He was a king of course, you swear he wears the same costume every year.

“I see you're still as fierce as ever, I love how aggressive you are. And Medusa huh, very fitting.” He swivels whatever he's holding in hand.

“Whatever Oikawa, if you’ll excuse me I’m looking for someone.” He grabs your wrist and spins you around to face him again. Oikawa was another guy that tried to wiggle his way into your life, you couldn’t tell if wanted your body or if he actually wanted to date you. The difference between him and Atsumu was that you could at least tell Atsumu’s intentions.

“ The night is young, you could spend a fraction of your time with your favorite person here right?”

“If I could turn you to stone I would.”

“With the way you look, that wouldn’t be very hard.”

That was the last straw, you grab the cup of whatever alcohol he had and pour it on his head.

“ I hope that got my message across.” You snatch your hand away and walk back inside the house. As you walk away though you faintly hear Hinata and Kageyama snicker. You let a faint smile appear on your face, that was kind of fun.

After that you kind of gave up on trying to find this mystery person. You decided to enjoy yourself and dance. Your favorite song came on and you finally let loose. It was odd how you felt the most free dancing while being surrounded by people you don’t really know. It was probably because no one cared about what anyone was doing. Everyone was just enjoying themselves. After about five songs later you say goodbye to the dance floor and look for a bathroom to touch yourself up. It was upstairs. As you make your way up the stairs you see Yachi, Tsukki, and Yams at the end of the hallway. They were laughing at something, even Tsukki had a faint smile on his face. It made you happy seeing Yachi happy.

You turn down the opposite hall to the bathroom. You knock and someone says “occupied”. So you wait next to the door. The door to one of the rooms in front of the bathroom, was creaked open. Your legs were starting to hurt and you were tired of standing, so you decided to open the door and walk in.

You quickly walk in without scanning the room and close the door behind you.

“Sorry this room is occupied.” You hear a deadpan voice say behind you.

“Oh Damn my bad.” You say turning around and just your luck you’ve finally found your mystery person. Before you left you wanted to get to know this guy and why he’s friends with Atsumu. Sakusa was sitting in a chair next to the bed. A few of the lights were on but it was still pretty dark.

“Wait. Aren’t you Sakusa, one of Atsumu’s friends?” You ask, now leaning against the door.

“What it’s to you, and why should I tell you.”

Damn.

Not the answer you were looking for.

You get a good look at Sakusa, and god he was a piece of eye candy. He was a vampire, he wore a black dress shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned, with black pants and shoes. There was a bite mark on his neck too. His pitch black eyes stared at you unimpressed. You also notice a surgical mask on his chin, Atsumu did say he was something like a germaphobe.

“No need to be rude, I was just curious, besides I’m friends with Atsumu too. I know how annoying he can be.”

“Whatever you can leave, I’m pretty sure whatever room you were looking for, this isn’t the one.” His attitude didn’t make yours any better. It’s been a long night already and the party damn near just started for you, you decided to play a little, you weren’t gonna let this guy bring you down.

“And if I don’t leave, what are you going to do about it?”

He looked at you pretty pissed now, that probably wasn’t the right move but you didn’t care.

“And how do you know I wasn’t looking for this exact room, or that I wasn’t looking for you.”

“Why would you look for me? Seems like something a stalker would say”

“I was curious as to who you were, I’ve never seen you around Atsumu before.”

“And you have a right to know everyone he talks to? It sounds like you're just one of his annoying fangirls.”

“I’m not one of his fangirls.”

“You most likely are.”

“I'm not, stop saying that I am.”

“And if I don’t, what are you going to do about it?”

As aggravating as this guy is, you kinda like him, no one really talked back to you like this. It made your blood boil but in a good way. So you slowly made your way over to him.

“I can see why Atsumu is friends with you, you like to play hard to get and people like Atsumu see that as a challenge.”

“I don’t want to hear about your observations on Atsumu.”

“So you're not the least bit curious.” You sat down on the edge of the bed with your back turned to Sakusa.

“You say you are curious a lot, curiosity could get you killed.”

“I'm pretty sure the saying goes, ‘curiosity killed the cat’ but I’m not a cat Sakusa, I’m-”

“Medusa, yeah I could hardly tell your costume is fucking horrible.”

“ You're one to talk to, what are you supposed to be, an office worker?”

“I think it’s obvious what I am.”

“I wouldn’t be able to tell without the bite marks on your neck.”

“Then it’s your fault you’d be too stupid to tell.”

You get up from the bed and stand in front of Sakusa sitting in the chair. No you didn't know Sakusa personally but you could tell the type of person he was. He wasn’t a bad guy, you kind of pushed his buttons so you couldn’t blame his attitude towards you.

“You wanna say that again?”

Sakusa gets up from the chair. His height towers over you. But that didn’t faze you.

“ Are you this rude to every girl you talk to? Afraid you’ll be rejected so you reject people before they can reject you first. If you ask me that's fucking pathetic. You live in fear of something that's bound to happen at least once.” You say looking up at him.

“ You talk like you're a saint, but you know damn well you hide behind whatever bad girl persona you put on. You make friends with everyone cause you can’t stand the thought of someone not liking you or bowing down to you huh.” He walks past you towards the door.

“Y/n L/n” You say as he opens the door.

“What?”

“That’s my name y/n l/n, since you're friends with Atsumu I’m sure we’ll meet again. Hopefully next time isn’t as hostile.” You turn around and shine him a smile.

“Whatever.” He closes the door behind him.

You didn’t know what it was, but you felt drawn to Sakusa for some reason. You're pretty sure he wanted nothing to do with you, but you want to hear him say it instead of coming to a conclusion in your head.

WORD COUNT: 3744

This was kind of an intro I guess, there wasn't much of the main pairing but just trust me, this only gets better and better! If you have criticism please tell me, I plan to rewrite this later on!( but not too mean please)

#sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu!!#Enemies to lovers #slow burn #college au #reader is a badass baddie #tongue piercing #reader likes snakes #every chapter is named after a different snake breed #my anaconda don't want none unless you got bus hun #also posted on ao3 #fic with a spotify playlist

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slytherwrites · 3 years

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Dedicated Interest - pt 1

Costume Innovation

The moment when a Class 1A member became interested in you would be days into the second year of school when you actually approached them after the second year lunch. With your notepad in hand and confidence spurred on from Power Loader himself supporting the redesigns, you head towards your target: Momo Yaoyorozu.

You’ve seen her fight—you’ve seen all of the future heroes fight. Support Class students are encouraged to watch Hero Course students in order to gain inspiration. Over the winter break, something in you had the urge to fix many of the hero students’ costumes—particularly the ones in Class 1A. They seemed to need your help the most.

The cafeteria is massive. But the tall girl isn’t hard to spot. With her long, black hair and confident, but charming voice, you’re able to locate her pretty easily. Getting her away from the girls she’s walked in with is the hard part.

But you don’t stop. In fact, you just go for it. It’s now or never, afterall.

“Yaoyorozu,” you ask, “can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Oh yeah, sure!” She replies, “don’t wait up for me guys. I’ll be there shortly!”

You lead her out into the hallway. The noise of the cafeteria can still be heard, but it’s muted enough so you two can clearly hear each other.

“Have we met before..?”

“Not formally,” you reply, “I’m one of the Support Class students, L/N Y/N. I was watching a bunch of the students compete and I was inspired to do costume redesigns.”

You pass her the notepad. A barebones sketch of her is underneath a more detailed drawing of your suggested hero outfit. With inspiration from both her summer and winter costume, it gives more strategic thought to her hero costume than there was before. There is an open back with an easily detachable front that can optionally be worn with a cloak. Elbow pads and knee pads provide joint protection, as well as shoes that’ll support her instead of the heeled boots she’d been fighting in. The cutouts are strategically placed, with spots on her thighs, lower legs, back and stomach. There still is an element of modesty, as her breasts aren’t halfway out all the time anymore and it’s all in her original color scheme.

“This is…” She pauses. You can’t tell what’s on her mind.

“Sorry if I overstepped my boundaries, I promise not to bother you anymore!”

“This is ingenious!” Momo replies, “Tell me, when do you think you could have this made?”

“Oh umm… I would have to get you measurements and source the materials, but that shouldn't take too long. A week, maybe two tops? Nothing new’s being innovated, it’s just a matter of taking it from my notes to an actual thing…”

“Sounds great.” She takes the pencil you keep clipped on your notepad and writes down her number, “I need to get to lunch but I’m free this afternoon for measurements. Text me!”

“I will!” You take the notebook, clutching it against your chest. Yaoyorozu was the right person to start with.

===

You immediately added Yaoyorozu’s number after lunch and now you’re getting a ping from it.

Yaoyorozu: Hey, I’m free anytime from 4:30-6:30pm. What time works best for you?

You look at your clock now. 4:30’s coming up soon. A number of your classmates are still in the 2-H Workshop, but it isn’t so busy that you wouldn’t bring in another person—that’s only when Hatsume’s working, as she’s a safety hazard in and of herself.

Y/N: Now’s fine! I’m in the 2-H workshop. It’s in the east wing.

The chatter of machinery and the lyrics to some pop song trail along in the background. You’ve mostly tuned it out, so Yaoyorozu has to tap on your shoulder to get your attention.

“Y/N?” Her calling you by your first name gets you out of your daze and you reply, “Oh, hi Yaoyorozu!”

You turn to face her. A bit of heat heads to your face as you see Yaoyorozu’s skin tight outfit. She certainly isn’t uncomfortable in her skin.

“You like my outfit? It’s designer—part of Mount Lady’s recently dropped workout line.” She replies, “I thought I’d wear something closer to my skin in order to get proper measurements done.”

“Oh yeah. That’s smart. Let me grab my tailor’s tape and a sticky note!” You rummage through your school bag for spare supplies, pulling it out and pushing your classwork aside, “Here it is! Now we’ll start from the top down, getting all of the measurements and then you can be on your way.”

“Sounds perfect.” Momo stands straight, arms and legs shoulder width apart. She’s obviously done this before.

As you hum along to the music, Momo watches you. You don’t notice, but she stares at you, dedicating every little detail to memory. Something in her wants to replicate everything you have for herself. Though, as you stand up and put your tape measurer down, she coughs and clears her mind of it’s racing thoughts.

“So… what were you working on?”

“Schoolwork, nothing much.” You admit, “Just some back to school safety briefings—as if most of us didn’t come in during the winter to continue our projects. You probably don’t want to hear about it.”

Momo proves you wrong, “What other projects do you have going on?”

“Oh uh… well, Power Loader’s gave us a robotics project to work on and I’ve been specializing in costumes so I’ve been trying to create a list of heroes and hero students to make improved costumes on. You’re the first I’ve actually been able to do hands-on work for though… That’s for this, by the way!”

“How could I refuse?” Momo asks, “Your improvements and overall design is better than what I could’ve come up with on my own.”

“I guess…”

“May I ask,” Momo says, “How did you come up with this design?”

“Mostly by watching your trainings, as well as current pro hero costume trends.” You repsponds, “Most female pro heroes have their legs exposed in some capacity, but don’t have any sort of knee protection—which I think is stupid. And if we do knee protection, we need elbow protection. And I’d advocate for more coverage in order to have protective plating underneath the suit, but since you need your skin out, I had to limit it to specific areas. And the cloak came really handy for that! Plus I could have it cover your back in order to let you conceal items you create and have you… I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“No, no! It’s fine.” Momo replies, “I find this fascinating. Please continue!”

“Well… I’ve noticed that in a pinch that you’ll lose your top and then have to make yourself new clothes. But since your shirt is magnetic and can be put back together, you can save… materials as well as use that space for other things.” You continue with a laugh at yourself, “I don’t really understand how your quirk works, but I hope this costume will work…”

“I convert fat lipids into other atoms and release them from my skin.” Momo explains, “but I think your idea will work.”

“Let’s see.” You reply, “Well, I think that’s all I need from you. Thanks for sticking around and listening to my rambling, Yaoyorozu.”

“Call me Yaomomo. My friends do, anyway.” She tells you, “Text me anytime!”

“Oh uh, cool.” You tell her, “I will.”

She eventually leaves you to your devices, but you don’t leave her thoughts. In fact, you are steadily taking up a large portion of her thoughts as she contacts her house staff to start construction on a wing in the manor to give you the biggest, best laboratory possible.

#yandere class 1a #yandere mha #yandere bnha #yandere momo yaoyorozu

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hnychn · 3 years

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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

pairing: poly! bakusquad x gn! reader

summary: why settle for one lover when you could have five?

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 🐝: ugh i love the idea of all five of these assholes in one relationship !! it just makes my heart 😫. lmk what you thought of it, i appreciate any constructive criticism that'll help me improve 🤍 i'm also working on a shoto work next so!! PS. this ended up being a lot longer than i thought, so i'll be making it into diferent parts!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 || 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞

ur their baby

sorry

don't make the rules 🤷🏻‍♀️

so first and foremost, how you became a part of their relationship.

surprisingly, it was bakugo who brought up the idea to the others 😳

you're not in 1a, but you are in the support class. you make them gadgets 😌

and bakugo met you when the last student who was supposed to be responsible for his costume design and other shit refused to work with bakugo anymore

that was the sixth guy to quit

so you offered to pick up his work 😌

otherwise the storyline wouldn't continue

so bakugo goes to you after school and is like, "listen here you fucking extra-"

and that's as far as he got before you interrupted him and was like:

"no yOU listen you hot-headed cyndaquil! the only reason you should be talking to me is if you want to submit a request for your costume. other than that, don't look at me. don't speak to me. don't even breathe near me. GOT IT?!"

and he was just. . .😳 damn

highkey thought your yelling was hot

so the weeks pass and surprisingly he listens to you and doesn't speak to you outside of making requests for his costume or giving feedback

and your relationship with him is relatively stable

you're not friends but you can live together without ripping each other apart

there's a term for it but i forget what it is

he starts coming by more often because there's a kink in one of your gadgets

so you ask him to stay after school to test it out and figure out what the problem is

you end up talking

and you realise he's not as much of an asshole as you thought he was

and your relationship turns into more of a "friendship" but not if that makes sense?

like, "ok so i don't hate you, but i still hate you."

does that make sense? i how it does

anyways,

the two of you start saying hi in the halls or nodding at each other

bakugo's babies see this and are like ??

yOU MADE A FREND??

yes. yes he did 😌

so kirishima and mina try and convince him to introduce them to you

"why would i introduce you to that dumbass? they're nothing special."

he doesn't mean it, he's just flustered.

so kirishima, mina, kaminari, and sero start looking out for you in the halls

and they start picking up on your routine

without knowing they basically know your schedule

it's bakugo who points it out when kirishima said it was time to go

🦈 "oh! it's time to go guys!"

💥 "why? lunch isn't even over yet"

⚡️ "y/n usually goes to that vending machine by their art class during this time"

💥 ". . . how do you fuckers know that?"

and they're all silent like. . . how do they know that?

that's when it hits then that without them knowing, you slipped your way into their heart

because here they were,

right next to the vending machine where you always go 20 minutes before lunch ended to get a small snack

and when you get there and see bakugo surrounded by a bunch of people looking at you with starry eyed

". . . hi?"

mina lunges at you and asks how the hell you tamed bakugo

"easy, i beat his ass."

"NO YOU DIDN'T YOU FUCKER!"

and you just snort at his reaction and put some coins into the vending machine

"why do you think your gauntlet backfired yesterday, dumbass?"

and he blanks like. . .wait. . . wAIT A MINUTE

"THAT WAS YOU?!"

you nod, "wish i was there to see it though."

and you pout

fUCKING.

POUT.

and they all just feel their heart go doki doki

so the bell rings for class to start and you say goodbye to them and kaminari promises to show you the video he took of bakugo's gauntlet backfiring tmr at lunch

and while they're walking to class, none of them are talking

which is very unusual

but they all know their thoughts are only of you

it's kind of like an unspoken agreement that they're all falling for you

they have a hard time paying attention in class that day.

OK NEXT DAY!!

so you rush over to the bakusquad and practically throw yourself at kaminari

because you wanna see that video

you don't notice he's a blushing mess and the others are staring a bit bitterly because

:I i want that

so he shows you the video and you start laughing so hard

and it's so contagious and soon they're all laughing

except bakugo because he refuses to laugh at himself

but they suddenly hear someone calling your name

and you all look over and see some guy who's also from general studies

they see you roll your eyes and mutter, "fucking hell" under your breath

so it's safe to assume you don't like this guy.

"hey l/n."

"hey tanaka. . ."

the boy shoves his hands in his pockets, "so about that date saturday-"

you might have slapped the bakusquad in the face with a fish because holy-

they never considered you were seeing anyone and now they're kinda heartbroken because oop-

caught feelings too quick 🙊

but you grind your teeth, "it's not a date tanaka. the teacher paired us up for a project because he knows you're so incapable of doing anything on your own you have to be watched like a child."

anD WHOO BOY THEY WERE NOT EXPECTING THAT

kaminari snorts a bit before slapping a hand over his mouth

mina grabs kirishima's arm and burries her face into his jacket to stifle her laughs

kirishima and sero and just staring at each other with wide eyes and slowly growing smiles like "bro did they just say that?" "dude i think they did!"

and bakugo. . .

he's staring at you with the proudest look in his eyes and a smirk because yeah, that's his baby

wait what.

now the boy is a bit embarrassed that you said that in front of some of the school's top heroes

so he sputters a bit before walking away with a red face

💥 "damn i didn't know you had that in you, spit fire."

you stare at him a bit with a small blush at the nickname

and you sputter out a thanks before making an excuse to leave (something about banana milk)

and they all stare at each other

⚡️ ". . .did they . ."

🦈 "was that a-"

🍊 "holy fuck that was-"

💥 "-adorable."

mina is took shocked to say anything

during this time, you bang to realise your feelings for the group as well

but you thought you were being selfish for wanting all five of them

so you kind of avoid them for the next few days in hopes of your feelings going away

you change up your schedule

and when you see them or one of then in the halls you turn around and go another direction

they were a bit confused as to what they did

but kirisima assured them that you were probably just working out your feelings and they should respect that

so they did

and they pretended it didn't hurt when you suddenly dart the other way when you see one of them

they gave you your space

and they thought you would come to them when you had everything worked out

until bakugo cane storming into the dorms one day

he was obviously pissed, but his eyes were also a bit glossy

so they all dragged him to kirishima's room since it was closest and asked him was was wrong

💥 "that dumbass quit from making my items."

and they were all kind of shocked

like wtf ??

uhm, for why?

you had assured bakugo that you wouldn't be another one of those losers who resigned because of his eccentric personality

and yet here we are

they spend the rest of the night in kirishima' room comforting bakugo

because he really took it the hardest

like sure the others liked you too,

but bakugo spent the most time with you

and developed a deeper relationship with you than the others

so the next day,

kirishima wants to talk to you

so he goes to the support room and bumps into hatsume as she was walking out

he asks her if you're in

"oh, yeah they are, I'll go get them for you."

this is a lot longer than i thought it would be uhhh oops

so you come out, not knowing it was kirishima asking for you because hatsume was vague

only telling you, "someone wants to talk to you"

like ok specifics??

anyways

you're like. . . oop heyyy. . .

because you knew what he was there for

the two of you don’t say anything for a bit

you’re just staring at your shoes and he’s looking at you with a small frown on his face

lowkey he’s kinda disappointed in you

so he finally speaks first

“you quit.”

it’s not a question, or something you were expecting

but you nod

there’s another silence

“why?”

you fiddle with your fingers for a bit.

now this was a question you were expecting, though, you didn’t want to answer

kirishima is a patient boy though, and waits for you to gather the courage to tell him

he’s not leaving without an answer

“i just-” you begin, “i. . .”

kirishima is still waiting patiently for your answer

“i don’t want to be selfish.”

now he surprised. wdym selfish. please explain.

“it’s just- you all already have such an established relationship and i don’t want to interrupt that. you guys have a schedule. adding myself into the mix would only mess all of that up, and no matter how strong my feelings are for all of you, i could never mess up your relationship like that. it would be so selfish of me to put my feelings before all of yours, so i thought the only way to get rid of these feeling as to distance myself from all of you...”

“starting with bakugo...” kirishima whispered after your rambling came to an end.

you nodded

kiri was at a stand still for a bit

and it was silent once again in the hall

kiri knew his lovers had feelings for you too, and would have no problem adding you into the relationship,

but he also knew he couldn’t fore you into anything

he was about to reassure you that you wouldn’t be interrupting anything and that they would love to have you in the relationship

but then you were tackled

to the ground

by kaminari

and smacked your head against the floor

really hard

like, you passed out

ahaha. . .

when you wake up, your head feels like it’s going to split open

and the loud voices aren’t helping

so you let out a groan, “shut the fuck up...”

and everything goes silent.

until someone SCREAMS AGAIN

“YOU’RE AWAKE!”

it’s kaminari

bless his soul

poor baby is a bit slow

so you groan out again and clutch your head

bakugo slaps the back of kaminari’s head

“shut the fuck up, dunce face!”

he whisper shouts

mina hands you some pain killers recovery girl said you give you when you woke up, and sero hands you a glass of water

they’re all watching you as you take the pills

it’s silent for a bit

and it’s making you anxious, so you fiddle with the empty glass for a bit before bakugo snatches it from you,

“dumbass...” he muttered as he refilled it and handed it back to you

sero rubs the back of his head, “so...”

mina pulls at the hem of her sweater, “we heard everything you said to kirishima.”

kaminari sits next to you on the bed and whispers, “sorry for tackling you. i just got a bit emotional...”

I'm so sorry this is getting so long 😭😭 i'm trying to wrap this up so if it gets a bit jumbled, my bad

so they all reassyre you you're more than welcome into their relationship and wouldn't be interfering with anything

so you agree

and they're all so happy 🥳🥳

and while everyone is celebrating

(quietly because your head still feels like shit)

bakugo comes up to you

"you better start making my items again, dumbass. those other dipshits in your class don't know what they're doing."

bakugo only said that because they weren't you but he'd never outright say that to you

OK ITS OVER OH MY

IT GOT SO LONG IM SO SORRY LMAO

#imagines #mha #bakugo imagine #mha imagines #bakugo katsuki #bakugo katuski x reader #angst #mha headcanons #headcanons #mina x reader #kirishima x reader #kaminari x reader #sero x reader #mha poly #poly bakusquad #bakugo x reader

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gisachi · 3 years

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Better late than never?? Supposed to post on the day itself but of course I couldn’t. This is my rushed contribution to the prompt: domestic mixed with black knight&princess.

ShinRan Week Day 6

Prompt: Domestic (+ Black Knight&Princess)

Words: ~2.5k

“Not just once, but twice! Who was it that saved my life again? Oh, unnamed knight with the black cloak, if you will grant me my wish… Please take off that dark mask and show me your true face!”

“If that is what, uh, the princess wishes, I shall show you my sorrow- sorrowful? - face under this moonlight. Oh wow this is cheesy.”

Ran leans on the arm of the couch, bound script covering her resigned face. If she had a hundred yen for every single complaint coming out of this detective’s mouth, she’d have enough to buy two entrance passes to Tropical Land for each day of the week, plus snacks and drinks.

“I went here because I thought you’d be a more immersive practice partner than ‘tou-san. You are worse.”

“I’m sorry, princess, if my mom being an actress ruined your expectations of me.”

“Oh, for sure. And otou-san doesn't destroy the scene by dropping nonsensical comments. And lie on the couch while reading the script. So he’s better by a lot.”

Shinichi props his body up, eyes rolling sarcastically before throwing a look at the lady on the edge. “To be fair, you came barging into my house so early on a Sunday. This is justified.”

“Shinichi, eleven in the morning isn’t early.”

With a stubborn grumble, the detective flops back into the cushions, script on his lap sliding to the floor. “ ’M tired Ran, long case last night, let me sleep.”

“Please, you’re my last option! School festival is in less than two weeks, and I can’t possibly ask Araide-sensei to spare time on a weekend outside of our rehearsal schedule when he’s busy working—”

The lightning speed Shinichi jolts upright causes Ran to cut herself short. “Araide-sensei is the cloaked knight?”

“Yes, didn’t I tell you?”

“You didn’t.”

“Really? I-” she pauses, delayed in taking in the curt iciness of his response when he was so apathetic five seconds ago. On anyone else it’s clear what that tone implies, but she’s never heard it on him.

“Do you have a beef with Araide-sensei?” she asks.

“A beef?”

Ran arches an eyebrow, skeptic. Shinichi meets her gaze, eyes slightly thinning before glancing away, cheeks crimson.

“I mean— Why Araide-sensei? Shouldn’t he be busy, I dunno, being a doctor, than being a fictional knight or something.”

“All the guys in our class were too shy and declined, so Sonoko asked Araide-sensei when he happened to come in for a checkup. He agreed so easily! Would you believe he’d taken a lot of lead roles in plays when he was a student?”

“And that was fifteen something years ago.”

“He’s also good at things like emphasizing lines and handling a woman!”

“Anyone can- What?!”

“Stop being a sourpuss Shinichi, especially when you’re the first to decline.”

He looks at her quizzically. “I did?”

“You don’t even remember?” Amidst the faint pink on her cheeks, disappointment etched on the way Ran’s lips curve to a small pout. “You were the first Sonoko asked... You were so quick to turn her down, she said.”

Astounded by the revelations docking in his brain all at once, Shinichi struggles to recall the conversations he had exchanged with Sonoko the past weeks. None stands out. If she had included Ran’s name in there, he would remember instantly. But Sonoko didn’t. Suddenly, the floodgates in his mind open.

If he finds out later on about the plot and the cast, he’ll definitely find a reason or two to sulk, if not object. Whether Ran is partnered with someone else or Araide-sensei doesn’t matter, for as long as it isn’t him. Him who she’s positive would outright reject her offer to act as a prince because why would he? In any case, god knows Sonoko omitted Ran’s name on purpose for this.

The sly woman has stirred something up, and she will proudly take the front row seat on his reaction she was so sure he’d make.

Not saying Sonoko’s predictions are right. This is just how she thinks. And he won’t react the way she expects he will. She is not right.

Not. Right.

Sonoko, yaro...

“Stand up, let’s do this.”

“Huh?”

“You want immersive? I’ll give you immersive.”

Left with little time to process as Shinichi pulls her by the hand, Ran drops her script on the floor. The sudden shift in character is unbelievable. How can someone so sleep-deprived turn into someone this enthused in a span of a breath?

“But first, let me…” He leaves the room, and Ran picks up her script, still quite lost. Whatever she said earlier must have triggered something, and she’s torn if she’ll ask once he returns but considers the possibility that he may break character. Not gonna risk that. He said he’ll give her an immersive practice, and it’s oddly unexpected, but she’ll take it. This is good. After all, she needs him as the knight.

Wants him as the knight.

“Sheesh, Ran, stop…” Shying away from her own maidenly thoughts, Ran flips to the designated page, scene, and line, rehearsing as she waits.

Some minutes later, Shinichi reappears, holding his script and something else. Of all things she would expect him to own, a blue fancy Columbina mask adorned with elegant silver and royal patterns wasn’t one of them.

“Mom has these things, okay,” he explains, putting it on. Ran isn’t sure if she wants to laugh or tease, but she does neither when she gets a glimpse of him with half of his face covered, and she catches her breath at the sight.

Standing against silk red curtains and brilliant glow of afternoon sunlight, he really does seem like a mysterious knight…

“Don’t laugh, idiot. After doing this for you. Wear this,” he says, and Ran zeroes in on the line of his lips because she has nowhere else to look at as he places a small barrette tiara on her hair. Doesn’t matter what he says, what they wear, even if they fail to match the daintiness of the mask and tiara. Shinichi with this on makes Shinichi as the knight much more vivid now. And Ran as the princess...

“Sorry!” She claps a hand on her warming cheek, pulls back a dumb smile she doesn’t notice she is wearing. “And I— I wasn’t laughing!”

“Still smiling creepily though.”

“I wasn’t being creepy! Geez. Anyway! Page-”

“Page 27, Scene 8, Line 10. Got it.”

After some short blocking instructions, they drop their scripts on the couch, and begin.

“Oh, unnamed knight with the black cloak, if you will grant me my wish… Please take off that dark mask and show me your true face!”

“If that is what the princess wishes, I shall show you my sorrowful face under this moonlight.”

Two steps forward and he removes the mask, and time slows down. She’s seen the same face a million times yet this time, her heart leaps like she’s laid eyes upon the most handsome face in the universe.

“Might—Might you be Spade?” She carries on, taking everything she can to maintain composure. “Long ago, you were banned from this land by my father… but now you’ve become the prince of Trump Kingdom...”

It’s nerve wracking, the way he’s strikingly still, eyes laden on her, either waiting for her next lines or admiring how beautiful she is with the tiara, she isn’t quite sure. The mask is gone, but he isn’t breaking character. Meanwhile, she’s trying her darned best to stay as Princess Heart of Bridge Kingdom.

“If you have… not forgotten about our childhood promise, then please…”

A nervous lump forms in her throat as she wraps her arms around his shoulders, and his hands find her waist, and she nearly gasps but holds it in because right now, she’s Princess Heart, not Mouri Ran asking this of Kudou Shinichi. “Please, show me on these lips.”

“As my princess so desires...”

It should be ‘the’, not ‘my.’ And there’s supposed to be another line after that, but nothing stops him as he leans in ahead of time and her eyelids flutter to the erratic beat of her heart. It’s better to be partnered with Araide-sensei in this after all. He will not mess up his lines, and she will not lose her mind the way she’s losing it now.

Two parted lips are a pucker away when the doorbell chimes, making both jolt.

Ran is first to snap out of character, as if she hasn’t had the urge to earlier.

“That—That must be Sonoko. I forgot to tell you... I invited her in.”

“Oh, great,” Shinichi says.

Forcing her limbs into working order, Ran disentangles slowly, drawing a distance. Shinichi glances at the mask in his hand, then at her, before tossing it to the couch and turning for the door. From the window, she watches him walk to the front gate, scratching the back of his head in an annoyed manner like she just woke him from sleep, but grumpier. She hasn’t seen him display much emotion on a Sunday noon the way she’s seeing him now.

Maybe I shouldn’t have bothered him, she sighs, her turn to slump onto the couch this time.

“As I was saying, the prod already scouted the finest material for the costumes, and I decided, pink suits Princess Heart— Hello? Are you listening?”

Ran nearly drops the knife she holds if not for her inhuman reflexes. “Of course! Princess Heart in pink! Yes.” Like nothing happened, she resumes slathering jam and butter on the toast she’s preparing for the three of them. She doesn’t need to look at her side to know Sonoko’s eyeing her from head to toe.

“What happened to her?” The woman turns to Shinichi who sits at the high stool by the kitchen island.

“Dunno,” he says, sounding as noncommittal as he probably appears. Her back is turned against him, but she can see his face, and god why is she blushing?

“I just helped her rehearse. For the play,” he adds.

“Oh?” Sonoko’s brow perks up her forehead, hair whipping as she turns between her and the boy across them. “Did you?”

“Yup. Page 27.”

The dramatic gasp that tears from their friend’s throat is exactly the kind of gasp they expected; even so, Ran still flinches as Shinichi’s stool rakes the floor. “You kissed and I didn’t see?!”

“Hah?!”

“No!”

The two yelp in unison.

“That’s sly! You have to do it again! I’ll judge.”

“Excuse you! It didn’t happen, what you’re thinking!”

“Sonokooo!”

“Oh, shush, Ran, this is good practice. Good practice.”

“But—”

“Relax, rehearsal is rehearsal! In the actual play, once it’s Araide-sensei, he’ll do a better job—”

“I’m going to the toilet,” Shinichi gets off the stool, jaw stiff, out of the kitchen.

“—with a hug than a kiss. Right?” Sonoko ends, once Shinichi is out of the room.

“What?” Ran’s expression is inscrutable as she faces Sonoko completely, the flush across her face befitting embarrassment or ire. “You’re losing me here!”

“Oh, you’re not going to kiss, Ran. The lights will dim before your lips touch.”

“Then why—” she puts down the bread and walks in haste to the island to flip through the script, “Wh— That’s not in here!”

“Sonoko-sama hereby deems the script revised now that we have Araide-sensei.”

“Eh...?!” Ran cannot explain the play of her reactions. On one hand, a cloud is cleared from her mind, having to worry no more about doing something she has no experience with in front of watchful eyes. On the other, bunch of half-formed thoughts whirl through her mind that goes, Shinichi and I almost kissed for nothing, for nothing we almost k-kissed, an almost kiss with Shinichi, almost—

“That won’t do! I mean— That’s so not you! T-To choose a hug over a...”

“Duh, Ran! Even if it’s just a play, I won’t enable a kiss scene between a student and a staff member. We can fake the kiss. That, or switch to hug. Or better yet, change the male lead.”

“Change the male lead? In two weeks? Who will agree?!”

“Easy.” Just in time, Shinichi returns, hands in pocket and long face worn all the way to the stool. “I know someone who will.”

‘Once it’s Araide-sensei, he’ll do a better job…’ What? Kissing Ran? Shinichi wants to puke. Sonoko needs to think things through. If this is part of her plan, it’s unacceptable, it sucks.

There’s no way, no way anyone can do a better job kissing Ran than…

“Aaaargh, what are you thinking!” He ruffles his hair in dismay, curses here and there. He only wanted to help Ran yet he almost went for it. Not as Spade but as himself. The audacity. It’s part of the script, sure, but—

If it is part of the script, then have Ran and Araide-sensei rehearsed it before?

“That’s it,” Shinichi huffs, storming out of the bathroom. If this is the kind of reaction Sonoko wants from him, she’s in for a show. Not just a show but a lifetime of curses and mental stabs. For her to go this far is unbelievable. Did Ran even agree to that? Will such a scene really happen in the play? No matter how despicable Sonoko’s methods are, he has faith she respects Ran’s preference as the female lead. No offense against Araide-sensei, but he cannot take Ran’s first kiss, whether as Spade or not.

That is not to say he knows Ran’s preference, especially when it comes to a first kiss, but… it’s not... Araide-sensei... is it?!

He cannot ascertain, not when Ran did nothing when they were about to kiss…

Okay, halt there, self. I said immersive. That’s immersive. She was acting.

All was but an act. She’s a great actress. I suck. No need to make this a big deal.

Shinichi is a pitiful mess once he’s back in the kitchen.

“My offer still stands, you know.” Sonoko sits beside him, munching a toast, while Ran is busy returning the jam in the cupboard, back against them.

“Your offer?”

Shinichi glances at Ran, then at Sonoko, with that feral grin on her lips and Shinichi does a bad job looking pissed, and it’s maddening because he is pissed, just not obvious with the blush forming across his cheek.

Reprimanding Sonoko is what he intends to do. For doing him dirty, him and Ran dirty, for dragging a staff to be the male lead, for imploring Ran to give her first kiss she’s probably saving in a different setting. All invalid reasons, when he cared less about the play before. He’s a full-time idiot, and Sonoko knows it clearly that’s why she’s offering the role again. He doesn’t want to fall into her trap, the same way he doesn’t want anyone else to be Spade when Princess Heart is Ran.

But Ran looks over her shoulder and they accidentally lock eyes, and pink blooms across her cheeks before she turns around, and suddenly the words that leave his mouth completely betray the thought process he underwent in the bathroom.

“If Ran agrees, yeah,” he says.

#shinranweek2021 #day 6 #late entry #shinran #kudou shinichi #mouri ran #fanfic #oh my god this is all over the place AHAHA #i dont want to leave this in my draft forever tho so here ya go!!

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shyestofhearts · 3 years

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Hi Shy~

Sooo, I have this headcanon that Damian is like this wonderful child prodigy genius. Like, super smart. So smart, that when Bruce tries to enroll him in Gotham academy, they tell him that Damian has tests for college level. Which, Damian just rolls his eyes at, because duh. After discussing it with professionals and yada yada, Damian gets enrolled into college. He’s like, twelve-ish. He is STILL bored in class, and knows most of the information they are trying to teach. His advisor is so sweet and invested into Damian though. And observant. After noticing Damian lack of enthusiasm, he asks Damian what the problem. Nothing interests him, none of his classes.this advisor is an old timer, in my opinion, and has seen so many kids pushed to do things they never wanted to do, and decides he can’t let that happen with Damian. So the Advisor pulls out every department, every major, and goes through it with Damian. After a few hours, because it takes a while to convince Damian that it is alright to do anything he wants, Damian has his majors narrowed down to a few things. Art and pre-med. Damian’s advisor suggests he visit a few of the clubs on campus to really get a feel of what he wants. Thing is, even after going to the students’ art club gallery and one of the pre-med club meetings, neither really speak to him. It’s a Saturday night, and he’s alone on campus. Damian is about to call Alfred, when a student from Damian’s organic chemistry class spots him.

“Damian!” Jace, a slightly round student with soft curly hair smiles at Damian. “Are you here for the show?”

“Show?” Damian scowls?

“Yeah, the fashion show. This year’s theme is sustainability,” Jace smiles. They one of the few people who never ogled at Damian for being a Wayne or looked down on him for his age. They are just genuinely nice, and Damian knows that.

“I didn’t know we had a fashion show,”

“Really? I swear I thought I mentioned it,” Jace says, surprised. Jace may have mentioned that, but Damian probably was zoned out during the time.“Tickets are $15, if you wanna come”

“Oh,” Damian frowns, “I used all the money I brought with me for the art gallery and lunch earlier,” He says, cursing internally for not bringing more cash with him.

“If you want to go, I’ll cover you.” Jace smiles, “Think of it as payment for help on our last exam” Damian would usually say no, but Jace is just so nice,

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah! Besides,” Jace smiles, turning towards the stadium, “I have a feeling you’re going to love it”

And Damian did love it. The designs were amazing, some more haute couture while others were casual, and each designer explained how their designs involved sustainability. Some were statement pieces, designed to address political issues, others were just to demonstrate that sustainability could still be cute, and while others highlighted affordability and sustainability.

Damian wanted to do this. Running through his head were endless possibilities. Perhaps he can enlist the help of Poison Ivy to create a vegan leather that was also bullet resistant, or…

The next Monday he is waiting for his advisor at 7 in the morning, because he spent the rest of the weekend coming up with ideas, sketches, creating a portfolio, and practicing hypothetical arguments as to why Damian should go into fashion. At 7:15 his advisor sees him, and can tell by the light in Damian’s eyes, determination on his face, and the way he’s clutching his sketchbook, Damian has found it.

“I want into the fashion program!” Damian all but bursts, unconsciously on his tippy toes in excitement.

“Okay,” His advisor smiles, ushering him into his office. “Let’s make it happen”

“Just like that?” Damian asks, eyes wide, voice surprisingly small. His advisor smiles at him kindly.

“I’ll do whatever I can to make it happen.”

It takes a bit before Damian can actually get into the program, he has to work on some prerequisites, and also create a better portfolio with samples, but Damian is determined. By the end of the school year, he has been accepted.

Damian doesn’t tell his family, not in the beginning. He actually doesn’t want to tell his friends either, unsure of how they’d react. He is still insecure, and just entering his teen years. He worries about what any or everyone will say. Eventually, though he tells Jon and Colin, swearing them to secrecy. They both are excited for him, asking if he’d design their costumes for them. Damian blushes but says,

“Tt, like you can afford me”

He eventually tells Alfred as well, because he needs help learning how to use a sewing machine, and fast. Sure, he can stitch someone up flawlessly, but sewing machines weren’t part of the League’s lessons. Alfred is in charge of the one at the Manor, so it only makes sense to ask him. Even so, Damian is reluctant. When he does finally ask, he nearly gives himself an attack, worrying about being scolded for not using his “full potential”. Alfred simply squeezes Damian’s shoulder, and agrees with a kind smile. The young Master finally seemed passionate about something besides vigilante work and violence. Alfred would do everything in his power to foster that.

“Just,” Damian looks down, hands clenching into fists at his side, “Do not tell the others. I would prefer this between us,” He looks at Alfred, unsuccessfully trying to hide the vulnerability in his wide emerald eyes. Alfred agrees, for now. On the conditions that Damian would have to tell his father and siblings himself, and not to far in the future either.

Damian impresses everyone with his designs, and people learn he is actually quite adorable when he’s doing something he enjoys. His classmates and professors encourage him to join the fall fashion show, which is covering “multiculturalism and the media”. Damian hesitantly agrees, though he has been making designs since the theme was announced. His room is full of crumbled paper on his floor, designs he deigned not good enough. Many of his designs are heavily influenced by his Arab culture, but he also has some Chinese-influenced designs as well. His statement piece is the hardest to get right. It involves a hijab and beautiful colors, but he just can’t get the right patter. Ripping another page and crumpling it,Damian is too concentrated to realized Tim and Dick have been creeping into his room.

“What’s this Dames?” Dick asks, startling Damian, as he looks at some of the rejected designs. Panic makes Damian defensive as he yells at them to get out, frustration fueling the dread of his family seeing such unsatisfactory work. Tim flinches, shocked by the emotion coming off of Damian, rushing out with a few crumpled papers he snuck from the floor. Damian is literally trying to shove Dick out the door. Dick turns around, because he can hear the panic in his little brother’s voice. In his Robin’ voice. “Damian,” he says softly, easily deflecting Damian. “It’s okay,” he says, wrapping his arms around Damian, reversing the situation. “What’s wrong, why are you reacting like this?” After a few minutes of struggling, Damian gives up. Slowly,he explains the situation, how he’s in the fashion program and the fashion show coming up, all the pressure to do well, the frustration of not having his statement piece yet. Dick listens, his hold turning into a hug. “From what I’ve seen,” Dick says softly, “these are all wonderful designs,Dami. Whatever you end up making will look amazing, if they look anything like your sketches.”

“It’s not enough!” Damian complains, eyes burning, but he refuses to cry. “You don’t understand!” He says, frustrated.

“Then explain it to me, why is this so important?”

“Because it is about me!” Damian’s voice cracks ask he turns away rosiness his eyes harshly. “When I was introduced to the public, as “Bruce Wayne’s biological son”, do you not remember how the newspapers reacted? They didn’t know me, or my mother, but because—because of my skin, the country I was born, I was mistrusted. Scorned. Yeah, maybe I’ve killed people, but that isn’t because of my skin color or my culture or the language I speak. I have this opportunity to speak out against that!” Damian turns to look at Dick, “I’ve tried to become better, to do better. It’s hard and unfair that none of that matters, because guests are invited to galas hosted in the house that I live in, only to make snide racist comments about “nukes” or the desert or bombs whenever Father and you all aren’t around me. How can I be better, when I’m not given the chance because people can’t see past my skin?” Dick wraps Damian into a tight hug, as wetness drips down Damian’s cheeks. “I’ve been here nearly four years—and it still happens” Damian whispers.

“Why didn’t you say anything Dami?”

“What could I say?” Damian whispers back,

“Bruce—”

“Invites these people because they are important to Wayne Enterprise.” He scoffs. “What could you do, especially if I have no proof?”

“Believe me, Damian,” Dick says seriously, pulling back to look into Damian’s eyes. “Bruce won’t invite anyone who’s racist or derogatory towards his children, back to a gala, let alone do business with him again.” He smiles a hard somewhat vicious smile. “I know because when I was first adopted, he did that for me” Damian’s eyes widen. “And if Bruce can’t defend you, you can bet your brothers will,” Damian looks unsure, but nods. “But I get it now. You’ve always used art to vent and express yourself. This design is something that would allow you to address what the media has done to and said about you.”

“It’s been,” Damian shrugs, looking down, “therapeutic. In a way I never imagined it would be.”

“Well, I think, whatever you end up designing will be amazing,” Dick smiles, and Damian looks up at the sincerity, giving his own smile smile in response. “And I expect an invitation to the fashion show!” He chuckles, causing Damian to blush. “And I bet the whole family would want to come as well,” Damian blushes, looking away once more.

“Tickets are $15 each, and available online,” Damian replies, making Dick belly laugh. “You can invite the others, if you’d like” Damian mumbles.

“Hmm,how ‘bout I invite the siblings while you invite your dad,” Damian grumbles, but agrees. “Great! Now, take a break. One night not designing won’t hurt you.” Dick says, wrapping his arm around Damian’s shoulder. ‘Might do you some good, in fact.”

Things get better after that, because after his talk with Dick, Damian gets an idea for his design. Ziba, a Persian student Damian met in his Literature class, agreed to be his model for his statement piece. She wore her hijab proudly, a solid black color, which helped with the down-to-business look the rest of the outfit screamed. Ziba’s makeup was beautiful, as Damian was putting the last touches on her. They both were quiet, nervous excitement pulsing through them both. Ziba had on white trousers that flared out a bit, to give an almost flowy feel, with black basic vegan leather square pointed toe mule flat accented by a silver buckle. Damian had made the top a cross between a tunic, a blazer, and a cape. It is white, and goes over a plain solid black turtleneck. Printed on both the buttoned blazer tunic top and the trousers are past racist articles written about Damian. In red graffiti styled letters sprayed across the news paper articles are phrases like “Lies” “Warped Perception” “Western POV” “Racist” “I was only 10”. The red paint matches the red lipstick Ziba is wearing.

Damian was nervous with his family in the audience, everyone including Alfred was there. Apparently Superman and Superboy were in attendance too, as civilians of course. Colin was there too. Damian had told his father about the fashion show, and was surprised to see how supportive he was about it. Of course that may have been the shock, as Damian had told him that morning before leaving for school. Bruce blinked, stood up and hugged Damian, before saying he couldn’t wait for the show.

Damian’s set is the last, ask the show is in alphabetical order according to last names. When it’s his turn, all of his model’s line up, and Damian is running around making sure everything is perfect. He hears the speaker introduce his collection, inviting Damian to join him on stage. Damian rushes out, brown cheeks turn red. Together they introduce all seven outfits of the collection one by one, as Damian describes his designs, the material, and the inspiration behind each one. When it get’s to Ziba’s turn, Damian’s nearly choked up. He manages to discuss this piece and it’s significance to him. At the end, Damian received a standing ovation from nearly everyone. Looking over at his family, he has to duck from hiding his flamed cheeks. All his siblings were cheering for him, while Bruce and Dick dab their eyes. Alfred has a proud look on his face, and Damian couldn’t have been happier.

He ends up getting second place, but also his own work room at the Manor. Damian begins selling his work after getting it patented (Tim demanded it), and is surprised when a number of orders are for the galas around Gotham. Dick told Bruce and the others about all the things Damian has been hearing at Galas, and they are justifiably angry. Duke begins chants of “Eat the Rich” every time he hears someone says something problematic about Damian, and that because Tim’s signal on who to take down next.

Damian’s designs become more widely popular as his family starts wearing them, as they love talking about it and how he uses sustainable methods and materials. This earns him big named clients, who start wearing Damian’s designs on the Red Carpet and premiers . Damian also likes to do work for charity, often donating dresses to high schoolers who cannot afford prom dresses or making clothes out of extra material to donate to shelters so people have clothes for job interviews and such.

(He also makes his pets clothes when he’s bored, so it’s normal to see Titus wearing a doggy hoodie with slits in it for his ears)

ANYWAYS, this is my headcanon lol

What do think about it?

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Headcanon?? Bestie this a whole ass au!

As for my thoughts-

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#shy's asks #sewing anon #anon #damian wayne #batfamily #batfam #dc comics #ANON PLEASE #ANON I LOVE THIS??#ANON IS A GENIUS #ITS LIKE 3AM AND IM BARELY COHERENT #BUT NOW I CANT STOP THINKING OF THIS AU #Anon I hope both sides of your pillow are cool tonight #I hope your blanket is softer that a cloud #long post

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lovelykiri · 3 years

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Yes, doctor

summary

You go to a doctor’s office nearby every year for your annual appointment. Every time a nurse comes out into that familiar waiting room you get a little nervous. You had never liked doctor visits. This time your usual doctor was out, and there was a fill in you hadn’t met before. When the doctor enters your examination room, you were pleasantly surprised. Denki Kaminari, the boy you had been fawning for all throughout high school, would be your doctor today.

female reader

both are adults, around 20-25 years old

h/n = hero name

content warning

medicalplay, bondage, slapping your pussy, degradation, punishment/reward, desperation, edgeplay/orgasm denial, dumbification, breeding, sex toys, thigh riding, y/n pees herself

full fic by spice🥧

After checking in with the receptionist, you sat down in one of the plush chairs in the waiting room. You were a pro hero, and a pretty recent graduate from UA high, having graduated 5 or 6 years ago. This doctor's office was specifically for heroes, so it was pretty fancy to say the least. The reason it was only for heroes was so they could have specialized doctors and nurses fit to deal with quirks, and they were hand selected by the Hero Organization to handle confidential quirk information if needed.

You picked up one of the magazines from the table across from you and flipped through it, eyeing various support item ads and making mental notes of them to show to your costume designer.

"Y/n?" a voice called.

You looked up, and a friendly looking nurse greeted you with a warm smile.

"Hello." you said quietly, getting up to follow her into the hallway.

"It's an honor to meet you, H/n!" she said excitedly, as she led you to a small room to take your height and weight.

"Thanks! Thank you for taking such good care of us heroes."

"Only the best for the people who protect us from villains!" she said cheerfully.

After taking your measurements, she led you to another room.

"Here, change into this, and your doctor will be in shortly!"

She handed you a paper gown.

"Thank you!" you said.

After she left, you put the gown on and sat on the bed. You waited nervously, trying to remember if you were due for any shots, when you heard a knock.

"Are you dressed? May I come in?" a familiar sounding voice called.

"Sure." you said.

The door opened and you knew who it was the second you saw a flash of that familiar bright yellow hair.

You couldn't believe your eyes.

"K-Kaminari?"

"Please! Call me Denki. We were friends in high school, weren't we?" he said with a bright smile.

"Y-Yeah.. you didn't become a hero?"

"Nope. Everyone at UA and in the pro hero world looked down on me. Well, except you, Deku, and Red Riot, that is. So I became a doctor to prove people like Dynamight wrong. Do you still talk to anyone from our class?" He asked, taking a seat at his computer and typing in his password.

"Yeah, Deku and I patrol together sometimes and Mina is still my best friend."

"Oh, Mina! I forgot about her. She was nice. Anyway, how have you been? Feel sick lately? Cough? Sore throat? Fever?"

"Nope, I'm all good." you said, trying to avoid his gaze.

"Are you okay? You seem.. nervous." he lowered his voice.

"I-I'm fine. Sorry."

"Okay. Well, I'm gonna ask you a few questions, and then we can get started."

He began to ask questions, your cheeks heating up more and more with every embarrassing question about your sex life, menstrual cycle, bowel movements, and so on and so forth.

Denki laughed suddenly.

"Look how red you are- calm down it's just me!"

You laughed quietly.

"Alright, well, I'm just gonna make sure everything's okay, and then you can be on your way!"

"Sounds good." you said, relieved that he wasn't asking any further questions.

He had stopped asking questions, yet that warmth in your cheeks stayed there as you watched him wash his hands and put gloves on.

He started by checking your reflexes. After you almost kicking him, he moved on to check your eyes and ears.

He pulled out his stethoscope.

"I'm gonna listen to your heartbeat really quick okay? Tell me if I'm making you uncomfortable! Sorry, it's gonna be cold."

Shit. He's gonna be able to tell how nervous I am..

You tried to steady your breathing, but it just came out ragged, embarrassing you further.

He moved the stethoscope with a confused look on his face, before taking it off and putting it back around his neck.

"Are you okay? Your heart is beating really fast. Should I refer you to someone or are you just nervous?" he asked, scribbling something down on a clipboard.

"N-Nervous, sorry."

"Oh yeah! You had a crush on me in high school, didn't you?" That explains it!"

"H-How did you know?"

"Mina told me. After we graduated, though. I never got to reach out to you about it, but I liked you too."

"Y-You did?!" you breathed.

"Mmhm. Now try to calm down a little so I can get some accurate measurements."

"Okay, sorry."

You took a deep breath, and he continued trying to get an accurate reading, but god.. he was just so hot, so concentrated, and he smelled so good..

"Hey. Y/n. Earth to Y/n." he said, looking up.

"Sorry!" you said again.

"It's not a problem," he smirked. "Come here."

And with that, he pulled you in for a kiss.

You gasped against his mouth, before melting into it, your hands finding their way around his neck, clasping in the back. You felt one of his hands wrap around you waist, the other still holding the stethoscope in place.

You broke the kiss.

"You gonna move this?" you asked, touching the hand holding the stethoscope.

"Why? You wanna take this further or something?" he asked.

You cast your gaze downwards as he pressed it harder onto your chest to the point where it started to hurt.

"D-Denki.."

"Use your words, princess. What do you want from me?" he said, laughing. He could hear your heartbeat steadily climb, he loved the look of nervousness covering your face, you desperately trying to form words.

"I-I want you."

"Hm?" he said, pressing harder. The loudness was starting to hurt his ears, but it was so worth it to see you flustered.

"P-Please! I want you!"

"Good girl." he said with a smile, removing the stethoscope and placing it on the table.

He sat in his desk chair, facing you with crossed arms.

"Undress please, I need to make sure everything looks okay."

"O-Okay."

"That's 'Yes Doctor' to you."

"Yes doctor."

You took off the gown and tossed it aside, facing Denki, who was smirking at the sight of your naked body.

He stood up and took off his shirt, followed by his pants, leaving him in only his boxers, his erection poking through with a bit of precum already showing. He then wrapped you in a kiss again, his hands finding your breasts and kneading them until your nipples were hard.

You let out a soft moan as you caressed his face.

He pulled away.

"Look at you, making a mess on my table." he gestured to the wet puddle that was forming between your legs. "I'll have to punish you for that.

He pulled a roll of bandages from the cabinet and smirked. He bandaged your hands on either side of you stuck down onto the table, making sure you couldn't move them. Then, he bandaged your feet down onto the table, again, making sure you couldn't move them.

Your dripping cunt was exposed to him, and you could barely move.

"Dripping for me like a bitch in heat, I've barely touched you, princess."

"D-Doctor- please-"

You were cut off by two fingers lightly grazing your wet pussy, gathering your juices on them. He then stuck them in your mouth, causing you to gag.

"Suck."

You did as told and sucked your wetness of his fingers, your face a shade of red from embarrassment.

"Such a good girl, following the doctor's orders. Now let's see. I have to examine other patients too, so if you'll excuse me." he started to put his clothes back on, smiling while you looked at him shocked.

"Oh don't be scared. I'll be back for you soon. And I have something to keep you company while I'm gone."

He pulled out a small pink vibrator with a tiny remote from his desk drawer.

"When I found out you were my patient, I had a feeling things would go this way. I came prepared."

He attached the vibrator to your clit, drawing a gasp from you.

"No cumming until I allow it okay? See you soon, princess. Oh- and I almost forgot."

He grabbed the bandages again, and put them over your mouth.

"Can't let anyone hear you!" and with that, he left the room and locked the door.

You sat there, stunned, legs open, dripping wet, with a vibrator attached to you. It wasn't on yet, either. It was just sitting there. You tried to shake it off of you, or at least break the bandages, to try and get some relief, but they wouldn't budge.

And then it happened. The vibrator started at a very low shake, making you gasp once more, trying to close your legs to relieve the pressure.

Your head was spinning when it went up to the next level again. You were squirming, bucking your hips, anything for it to stop. But alas, it went up to the highest level.

You nearly screamed, but managed to stifle your moan. And then, it stopped.

This cycle went on for an hour, the vibrator randomly turning on super low, jumping to high, staying off for a bit, it was pure torture, and it wasn't enough to make you cum, either, so you just had to bear it.

About 30 minutes into this torture, you realized something even worse. You had to pee.

You were sweating, shaking, panting, face bright red, trying not to piss yourself, when the vibrator stopped and the door jiggled. Your heart nearly stopped, afraid it was some poor doctor who would have to see it.

But you were relieved to see your doctor slip into the room.

"My my- you're quite a mess!"

"MmhmmmhmmhhMMM!" you tried yelling at him through the bandage on your mouth.

"Princess, use your words! Oh wait- you cant!"

He detached the vibrator from your clit, and removed the bandage on your mouth.

"I'm gonna examine your pussy, okay?"

"Y-yes doctor."

You gasped at the feeling of his freezing cold hands touching your pussy lightly.

“Are you sensitive here…?" he touched your clit, smirking as you squirmed.

"Or.. here, perhaps?" he lightly circled your entrance with his fingers.

"Y-Yes doctor! I'm so- I'm so sensitive- please- give me an examination or a checkup please- I need to- I need-"

You were babbling, forgetting how to talk.

Suddenly, a hand came down, smacking your pussy. You moaned loudly, looking up at him with tears gathering in your eyes.

"Princess, doctor can't understand you. What do you want?"

"Doc-Doctor I- I need bathroom... please let me go to the bathroom.. th-then we continue."

"Ah, I don't think that's necessary. You may hold it."

"Doctor! Please!"

"No can do, princess. Doctor says no. Do I need to dumb it down more for you? Is doctor speaking too many big words for you to understand?"

"W-Why can't I go pee..?" you said in a small voice.

"Because! You follow doctor's orders, not your own. Doctor says no, you only listen to doctor."

"Y-Yes doctor."

"That's a good girl. Now let's start your examination."

He came over and took both of your breasts in his hands. He rolled your nipples in his fingers and kneaded your breasts until you were whining, face red from embarrassment.

"Is my princess embarrassed? Let your doctor take care of you. He knows what's best. Don't be embarrassed."

He stopped playing with your breasts and moved down to your pussy. Without warning, he dipped his fingers in and curled them painfully slow.

"Doctor!"

"Shh."

You obeyed, stifling your moans as he brought you closer and closer to an orgasm with every slow curl of his fingers.

"Do-Doctor- I'm gonna- p-pee..."

"Okay. Go then."

"B-But Doctor-"

"I said, go princess."

"Yes doctor..." you said, ashamed, as piss pooled out of your pussy, dripping onto the floor.

He continued to finger you slowly as you peed.

You hid your face with your arm.

"Don't be embarrassed princess, I already told you."

"G-Gonna c-cum."

"No. You're not."

He removed his fingers with a sinister grin.

He then slipped his shirt off, followed by his pants, again, leaving him in just his boxers and the gloves he had on.

He peeled your restraints off slowly, looking you in the eye. You looked back at him nervously, trying not to shake.

He then picked you up, surprising you.

"You can wrap your legs around me, it's okay."

He was holding you like a child, but it didn't last long. He put his knee against the wall and let you down so you were sitting on his thigh. He then pressed another kiss onto your mouth.

"Ride." he commanded.

You began to grind onto his thigh, your moans coming out breathy and short.

He reached down to your clit and circled it, and sent a tiny jolt of electricity through his fingers.

"Doctor!"

"Shh princess. Breathe with me okay? In, out. Just like that."

As he led you through breathing, he was sending more electricity to your already abused pussy, making it near impossible not to cum.

"Doct-Doctor ple-please, m'cumming! Let me cum, please!"

You could barely form coherent sentences, you were so focused on trying not to cum.

He placed his hands under your armpits and lifted you up again, holding you once again, like a child. He placed you onto the table again, the wetness from your legs audible.

"I think it's time for Doctor's cock. Are you ready for doctor's cock?"

"Yes doctor! Pl-please! I n-need y-your cock! Please! Breed- breed me!"

"Of course princess."

He finally removed his boxers and gloves, climbing onto the table with you. He put your legs up into the mating press position, and shoved his full length in.

"Aah! D-Doctor- feels so- so good! Please!"

"You said you were a virgin, right?" he asked as he snapped his length into you again.

"Y-Yes doctor."

You could feel every vane, the slight curve, every twitch of his cock as it hit your walls.

"Y-You've never had anyone hit your g-spot then?"

"N-No doctor! I-It's only for you- only you!"

"If you cum without permission, I'm gonna make you cum again. Got it?" he asked with a grunt, as he tried to find your spot.

"Y-Yes doctor!

He began to rub your clit, sending more bliss falling over you. You had been trying not to cum for around two hours now, and it was at this point, slightly painful. You were overstimulated and you hadn't even gotten to cum yet.

His eyes rolled back as he hit that spongy spot- and you almost screamed. You moaned loudly, fingers gripping into his back, toes curling. All you could see was white, and you heard a loud squelch.

"Pr-Princess! You squirted.. what a b-bad girl... c'mon, I know you've got another one in there for me! This time cum WITH permission though."

"Y-Yes doctor!"

He continued to snap his hips into yours. You gasped when he bottomed out, hitting against your cervix. He rubbed your clit harder and continued to pump into you, hitting your g-spot and cervix with every thrust.

"M'gonna cum s-straight into y-your pretty little w-womb. I'll fill you u-up with my kids! You'll be s-swollen and pregnant- you'll be m-my princess f-forever! D-Do you like the s-sound of that?"

"Yes doctor!" you cried out blissfully.

"G-Good girl! C-Cum wi-with me!"

His pace stuttered and his cock twitched hard as hot white cum filled your womb. You couldn't hold back your second orgasm as you came around his cock again, pussy fluttering wildly.

He pulled out slowly, and wiped his now soft cock off with a tissue.

"Princess. You're leaking."

He gathered the cum that was dripping out and pushed it back in.

He got dressed, but when you tried he stopped you and told you to sit back on the table.

"I see you're on birth control on my charts, by the way. Let's take you off of that. And since your heartbeat was a little fast, I'll schedule you back about a week out, how does that sound?"

"G-Good. T-Thank you."

"No problem! Oh- you're leaking again, here."

He pulled out a small plug from his drawer, gathered his cum on his fingers once again, pushed it back inside, and inserted the plug into your cunt.

"Take this out when you know you won't leak my cum anymore."

"Y-Yes doctor. Thank you."

"Oh- and take these every day until next week when you come back for me, okay?"

He handed you a small bottle with tiny pink pills in it. You read the label out loud.

Stimulation In A Bottle for low sex drives

"Low sex drive?"

"Yeah. Coming off your birth control might mess you up a little, it could mean a lower sex drive, or double the sex drive. Best not to risk it, princess."

"B-But-"

"I need to hear a "yes doctor" from you, please."

"Yes doctor."

"Good, now get dressed, I'll see you next week. Oh- and the janitor will clean the pee up. I'll just say it was a child."

"Yes doctor."

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in which harry doesn’t like halloween until a certain pair of trick or treaters knock on his door.

a/n: HAPPY HARRYWEEN EVERYONE! personally don’t like halloween myself, but I hope everyone has a spooky and fun day (indoors, ofc)! here’s my first halloween piece that was meant to be a blurb, but turned out a little longer than expected, enjoy!

thank you to ira @stylesloveclub & cait @sweetcreatureinthedark for reading this over! <3

enjoy 5k words of teacher/dad!harry being cute

warnings: brief mention of death, mostly fluff

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Harry wasn’t fond of Halloween, if he’s being honest.

The thought of people putting on scary masks, scaring little kids out of their driveway is something that was so unsettling to him. The scary movies that always release around the month of October that promoted their commercials, causing him to startle on the couch because of the jump scare was not something he looked forward to every year. Especially when those said movies would have their ad on the radio, which makes it even scarier because he could only listen. He would usually have his Bluetooth on with his own music playing, but when it’s only a five minute drive, he doesn’t bother with the Bluetooth. Either way, he doesn’t like it.

Halloween is not fun, he would say every year.

However, the upside to the month of October was something he looked forward to because that’s when the weather really changed. September would be sunny and hot still, but then comes around October and the sun would peek behind the clouds as the weather got colder. The leaves would fall from their branches and onto the ground, loving the sound of the crunchy leaves beneath his feet, especially building a pile and jumping into them. Not alone, of course, but with his baby girl who loved to just squeal and laugh at her dad whenever he would jump into the pile of orange leaves that he collected on their front lawn.

Wynn, his daughter, also loved the change of fall weather just as much as he did. Harry would hype it up so much because October was the start of holiday season, and he loved being in a festive mood. So, naturally, Wynn picked up on his behavior and was just like her dad; jumping up and down when he would get excited.

Another thing that he liked about Halloween was that he got to pass out candy to the fellow trick or treaters to all the students in the school during their Halloween bash, and to the kids in his friendly neighborhood. Every year, he would buy plenty of candy for the students—sometimes buying too much because he didn’t want anyone to be left out when they would walk up to him. But if he did have extra, he would save them for later that night for the kids in the neighborhood.

He loved seeing the students’ reactions when he would tell them that they had a cool costume. He especially loved it when the kids would compliment his own costume. Some teachers didn’t really like to dress up on Halloween as they only wore a headband of some sorts or a festive t-shirt, but Harry liked to go all out. He’s been teaching for six years, and every year, he made sure to join in on the fun. One of his favorite costumes was when he dressed up as Peter Pan and Wynn was Tinker Bell. They always coordinated costumes, and Harry hoped that once she gets older, she would never stop wanting to match with him, but he knows that’s inevitable; he’ll just hold onto these moments for now. That was one of his favorites because Wynn just loved her costume so much that she didn’t want to take it off, so seeing her so happy in her princess dress just made his heart burst.

But this year, he thinks he’s topped the previous years.

As he said goodbye to Wynn, dropping her off at her class, he greeted her first grade teacher.

“Oh! Don’t you both look absolutely adorable!” Mrs. Robin, an old lady who had been teaching for years and retiring this school year, said.

“Thank you, Mrs. Robin. Think this year is my favorite,” Harry said, looking down at Wynn as she nodded her small head at him. Harry was dressed as Fred Flinstone and Wynn was Pebbles. He thought she was the absolute cutest, and he even did her hair the same way in the morning, but instead of a bone, he replaced it with a white bow.

“You two always have the loveliest costumes!” Harry looked down at Wynn, raising his eyebrows at her to say thank you, and she looked at her teaching, thanking her.

“Anyways, I gotta go get my class from their line. I’ll see you later at the bash,” he told Mrs. Robin. He bent down, meeting Wynn’s eye level. “Be good, okay?” His daughter nodded. “I’ll see you later. Make sure you say hi to me,” he reminded her. “Love you, bunches.”

“Love you, tons,” the little girl replied, and he gave her forehead a kiss before she wrapped his arms around his shoulders, giving him a hug. They’ve always been inseparable, and Harry had separation anxiety whenever they part even if it’s just a little bit. And as much as he loves how much his daughter loves him, he hoped that she doesn’t suffer from it as well—although, he thinks it’s starting to begin. He couldn’t help it—he was an affectionate person and always loved to give her hugs and kisses, to which she would give them back.

Harry quickly walked to his classroom, putting his belongings and the bags of candy down before walking out to pick up his class. Harry taught the third grade, and they were a smart bunch. He loved how it was in between sweet and cuteness, but also watching them grow. He thinks fourth and fifth grade was when they started to become too sassy and dramatic, so he liked being in between.

“Hi, everyone! Happy Halloween!” He greeted, and his class cheered, some of his students telling him that he looked so cool, and Harry said thank you to them as he complimented them back. “Everyone follows me in a straight line. Don’t stop walking, don’t stray, don’t turn around, and please be sure to keep all hands and feet inside of the vehicle, got it?” They all nodded. “Alright, enjoy the ride, here we go!” He started walking as he smiled. He came up with that line when he was in his second year of teaching as he wanted his class to have fun while going into the classroom, so he acted like it was a rollercoaster, and the kids seemed to love it.

When they got inside the classroom, the kids took their seats at their desk. Harry told them that they had to do a quick lesson before the Halloween bash, earning a groan throughout the classroom.

“I know, I know. But it’ll be quick! And then we’ll all have fun after. Unless you all would prefer I teach the lesson after the bash and after lunch?” He asked, knowing what the answer would be. Usually on Halloween, they would have a lesson, the bash, lunch, and Harry would put on a movie as he passed out treats to fill in the rest of the day before the school day ended. Their heads shook as Harry chuckled. “I figured,” he said before he started the quick lesson on reading.

The lesson only lasted thirty minutes, just in time to head out to the bash. All the classrooms were filing out to the courts, which was the larger area of the school that could fit all eighteen classrooms. The classrooms form a single line all around the three basketball courts, and each class would walk around in a single file line with their bags in hand as the teachers would pass out candy. Music would play and some of the staff would dress into one of those big floaty costumes to jump around in and entertain the other classes who were patiently waiting. The parents were allowed to join as well if they had the time to see their kids in cute costumes; the more the merrier.

Harry’s class stood in their designated spot, having them line up, and he walked around to check if anyone got left behind, which no one did. The music started and classroom number one was instructed to do their lap, which were the kindergarten classes. Harry was classroom number eleven, so he got his big bowl of candy ready as the first class started to walk around. He saw some really fun costumes; one student was the sun and their friend was the moon, which he thought was so adorable. Once the class before the next was halfways, the next class was instructed to go.

It went by fairly smoothly, although he could tell that some students were bored, which was understandable. Harry waited for Wynn’s class, in which she was in classroom number six, the last one of the first grade class. He spotted her in her bright green polka dot shirt and tortoise pants—she looked so adorable. He got his phone out when her class was close enough, taking a video of her at the same time as passing out candy.

“Hi, Daddy!” She greeted, reaching up to hug him.

“Oh, you’re the cutest. Hi, bubba,” he said as he hugged her back. The embrace was so sweet that he didn’t want to let go, and he didn’t until Wynn said something.

“Uh, daddy, I gotta go now.” He snapped out of it, and saw that her class was onto the next two classes. He let go of her before kissing her cheek, saying see you later.

The rest of the Halloween day went by smoothly. It was quite cold out, so the teachers were allowed to have the students eat inside if they wanted to.

By the end of the day, he picked Wynn up from the front before he made sure his entire class was picked up safely.

“Did you have fun?” Harry asked Wynn once he saw her.

“Yeah! Look at all the candy!” She showed him her bag full of sweets.

“Wow! Alright, let’s get home and sort through the ones you want and don’t want. Gonna have to pick fifteen,” he told her and she pouted. He hated that pout, even though it was adorable, it was a dangerous pout that had Harry almost give in, but he had to be the strong parent. “Sorry, pretty. Thems the rules. Last year I gave you ten, so I bumped it up by five.”

“Alright…” she trailed off, and Harry chuckled.

Before they left, he quickly caught Mrs. Robin before she walked away. “Oh, by the way, Mrs. Robin. Do you mind taking a picture of us? Realized I forgot to take one this morning.”

“Of course, dear! Harry unlocked his phone and opened the camera up before handing it to her. She pointed the camera towards them as she snapped a few pictures of them. They were smiling brightly at the camera before Harry picked Lynn up, so they were the same height. “Here you are. Have a lovely Halloween, you two.” Mrs. Robin bid them goodbye as they both waved. Harry looked at the pictures, seeing that they were blurry and some of them had her finger in the lens. Harry brushed it off, chuckling to himself as he’ll figure out how you two will get a picture later.

They headed to the car and on their way home to continue the fun with by getting and passing out more candy.

The cold 5 p.m evening was relaxing and quiet as there weren’t many trick or treaters out just yet, only the little ones that needed to get their candy early in order to be back before bedtime.

And that’s what you were doing with your three year old. You asked Penelope if she wanted to go and get candy, and just the sound of candy coming out from mommy’s mouth was music to her tiny ears, so she nodded her head.

“Go now?” She asked, and you looked at the time as it was almost five in the evening.

“Yeah! We can’t stay long because it’s gonna be cold and I don’t want you to get sick,” you told her.

“No, I don’t want sick,” Penelope shook her head no.

“Yeah, me either. I’ll bring a jacket just in case, don’t worry,” you reassured her, and she smiled.

The jacket didn’t take long to put on. Once you felt the breeze rush through you, blowing away some of the leaves from the ground as Penelope was stomping on them, you immediately put her burnt orange teddy bear coat on over her scarecrow brown dress. You left the hood off since she was wearing a pointy black hat with a sunflower attached to it, which kept falling off everytime she jumped a little too much, might you add. So, you kept having to pick it up and put it back on her.

You two had visited five houses so far, all houses being so lovely to Penelope as they complimented how adorable she was. Now, you were walking towards the next house when you suggested you go across the street since some of the other houses had signs already prepared saying ‘no candy!’

Penelope usually went with the flow, so she agreed as you two walked across the street and decided to just complete the entire block before walking back home before it got too cold and too late.

“Go on, baby,” you encouraged her to knock on the black door. She ended up slapping the door with her open palm because she said knocking was hurting her hand. You waited at the bottom of the stairs for the owner of the house to open the door, and Penelope waited thirty seconds before she turned around with a pout on her face. “Don’t think they’re home yet. Lets go to the next one!” You said enthusiastically, hoping to lift her frown. She walked down the brick stairs as you reached out for her hand to hold.

As you made it down the walkway and onto the sidewalk, you heard the door open frantically, making you turn around from the sudden noise and from a man calling out for you.

“Wait, wait! I have candy!” The man ran down the walkway in a Fred Flinstone costume with a bucket of candy. You chuckled a bit because never did you imagine Fred himself was chasing after you. He was a very attractive man and he pulled the Flinstone costume quite well. “Sorry, I, uh, was just getting changed into my costume. I’m sorry it took so long. I didn’t realize people would be out trick or treating so early,” he said breathlessly from his rushed actions.

You giggled. “Well, this one has to before she makes it for bedtime,” you referred to the little one who was jumping on the leaves. Harry looked down as his eyes beamed.

“Well, look at you! Aren't you the cutest scarecrow!” Penelope looked up once she heard her costume. She smiled at the unknown man, but all she knew was that he had a bowl of candy that she would like to get her hands on. “I got lots of options here. You could choose one or two if you’d like.” Harry bent down to Penelope’s height, holding out the candy bowl to her. He had full fixed candy bars and candy packs, and you thought that must’ve been expensive.

Penelope picked the candies she knew, which were a Hershey’s Cookies n’ Creme bar and a Twix bar. You raised them up to you, beaming proudly as you lowered her candy basket for her to put it in.

“What do you say, baby?”

She turned to Harry again. “Tank you!”

“You’re welcome!” Harry responded. “Oh, uh, I’m Harry, by the way.” He shook your hand, introducing himself. He smiled, dimples popping out and you felt yourself blush.

“I’m Y/N,” you smiled.

“And who might this be?” He bent down again at Penelope.

“I’m Pennie!” Your daughter introduced herself, and you smiled proudly.

“It’s lovely to meet you both. You look amazing, Pennie! Although, your mummy doesn’t have a costume on,” he teased, looking at you as he smirked, making your heart flutter.

“Well, mommy stayed up all night putting together and sewing her costume together, so I didn’t have time to make one for myself,” you explained. You were quite proud of Pennie’s costume. It was a brown dress with long sleeves that had different fall colored squares, but it was all one piece, so Pennie didn’t have to wear something underneath besides her leggings.

“Wow, you made this? This looks amazing!” Harry complimented, and you humbly said thank your

“So, uh, since your Fred Flinstone, is the rest of your family dressed up too?” You asked curiously.

“Oh, no. Just my daughter,” he chuckled, “which by the way, you need to see her costume, one second.” Harry quickly walked into the house, calling out for his daughter. You and Pennie waited on the sidewalk. After a few seconds, Harry came out with his daughter holding his hand as you thought they were the cutest pair.

“You two are just adorable!” You squealed as you looked at them fondly.

“Hi, I’m Wynette, but I go by Wynn,” the six year old girl smiled as she introduced herself.

“Hi, Wynn. I’m Y/N, and this is…Pennie, please stand up.” You found your daughter laying in the pile of leaves. Harry and Wynn laughed fondly. “Sorry about that.” You got Pennie to stand up, brushing her dress off from the dirt and mud.

“It’s okay! Wynn and I love to jump and lay in the leaves all the time,” Harry said. “Oh! Actually, do you mind doing me a favor? I know we just met, but…”

“Yeah, of course!” You accepted.

“Do you mind getting a picture of us? We tried getting on earlier, but it was all blurry,” Harry chuckled, taking out his phone and opening up the camera.

“Yeah, I got you.” You grabbed his phone as Harry and Wynn both smiled and posed. You lowered down the brightness a tad bit, and took multiple pics of them from different angles, even kicking some of the leaves to their feet to add to the fall effect. After you took plenty, you handed his phone back. “Let me know if you’d like me to take more.”

“Wow, these are perfect!” Harry exclaimed as he looked at them. “Are you a photographer?”

“Oh, no. I just really liked taking pictures when I was younger, so I always knew how to take good pictures on an iPhone,” you chuckled, making Harry laugh. Harry proceeded to joke that you should definitely be a photographer but only using a phone, and you teased back saying that you’ll think about it.

Meanwhile as you two were talking, you two didn’t realize Pennie and Wynn playing in the leaves. Wynn was throwing a handful in the air as the leaves rained down onto the two of them. You smiled fondly at the two, and looked at Harry who was snapping some pictures.

After a few moments, you called Pennie. “Alright, c’mon, baby. Let’s finish all these houses,” you reached out for her hand, but she pouted, shaking her head no. “Pennie…”

“No, no! I don’t wanna leave!” Her eyes started tearing up as she frowned.

“Don’t you want to get more candy?” You asked softly. She didn’t respond, rather turn towards Wynn and look at her with a pout.

“Oh, uh, I think she wants Wynn to go with her,” Harry chimed in. “Think she got attached too easily within those ten minutes.” You let out a chuckle, knowing that he was right.

“I’m sorry. Uh, she probably won’t leave your front lawn, but you totally don’t have to come with us, but-”

“Nonsense! We’d love to go! Right, Wynn?” Wynn nodded her head happily as she continued playing with Pennie. “We usually trick or treat later in the evening, but we’d love to go with you now. I’ll just leave the candy out at the front.”

“But wouldn’t the kids just take them all?”

“Hey, that’s fine by me. As long as it’s going somewhere,” Harry shrugged. “Just give me one second to get the rest of the candy, and then we could go.” Harry walked back inside of the house. Wynn stayed with Pennie as you two watched them. You noticed Pennie wasn’t crying anymore, but she was giggling with tear stained cheeks as the older girl twirled her around.

Two minutes later, Harry walked out of his house and locked the door before putting the candy bowl down onto the steps with a sign that said ‘take one, please!’ but he knew that no one was going to follow the sign’s instruction. After that, he turned towards you, smiling. “Shall we go?” You nodded your head as Harry gave Wynn her candy basket.

The four of you walked on the leaf covered sidewalk; Wynn and Pennie were walking together in the front as you and Harry walked together behind them.

“So, what do you do for a living?” You started the conversation.

“I’m a third grade teacher. Have been for six years. What about you?”

“I run a small business, selling jewelry and clothing. That’s all I do right now, and it’s gotten pretty big, so it’s taken care of a lot,” you smiled humbly.

“Wow, that’s amazing. I could definitely see the talent through Pennie’s costume. I’d have to check it out sometime to support.” You smiled at that, giving him the name of your shop.

The two of you continue walking, waiting for your children as they got candy, and getting to know one another.

“Do you live around here?” He asked. “I mean, not in a creepy way,” he chuckled nervously.

You giggled. “Yeah, I live about a block away. We usually walk on the opposite side, but decided to come on this side.”

“Well, I’m glad you decided to come over here,” he said innocently, but it could be taken as flirtatious.

“Me too,” you smiled softly. He smiled back as he thought you were the most beautiful person he’s ever seen that’s not related to him. You had soft eyes that looked at him with care, and a smile that he thought was the most gorgeous; you even had dimples on corners of mouth when you would smile, and he just thought that was the cutest thing.

Obviously, he didn’t know that you were thinking the same thing as him. You felt somewhat intimidated by the tall, attractive, and kind man beside you. And you think his daughter is the cutest. They don’t really look alike, but she probably got her mom’s looks. Speaking of her mother…

“So, the rest of your family didn’t want to come out with you two?” You asked curiously, still waiting for the answer if he was married or taken or not.

“No, it’s actually just Wynn and I…” you hummed, smiling to yourself. “You’re probably wondering where Wynn’s mum is, huh?” He teased, noticing your flusteredness.

“Oh, uh-” you stumbled.

“It’s okay. I’m wondering if you’re taken too,” he said honestly.

You chuckled nervously. “I’m not. Haven’t been since Penelope was born, actually.”

“Do you mind me asking what happened?”

“Only if you tell me what happened with Wynn’s mom,” you teased. “I mean, only if you want to.” Harry nodded, softly smiling.

“Pennie’s dad and I got married three years before she was born. Spare the details, but we got a divorce after she was born because I found out that he had another family…and he chose them over us,” you explained.

“Oh, wow, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s alright. I’m over it, and it was for the better because I didn’t want Pennie hearing us fight all the time and me yelling and asking where he’s been,” you breathed out a laugh. It seemed like the memory was just yesterday, but it’s been three years.

“That must’ve been hard. Are you happier?”

“Oh, yeah. Definitely. That’s when I launched my business because I couldn’t stay at home and do nothing, so I started to design.”

“That’s amazing!” Harry smiled.

“So, that’s my spooky story for today,” you chuckled, “what’s yours?”

“Wel, uh…”

“Don’t feel obligated to tell me because I told you my story,” you reassured, and he nodded.

“Yeah, I know. But I want to tell you. Have a feeling we’re gonna be around each other a lot more often.” He pointed his eyes at the two girls walking in front of you. You smiled at the two holding hands. “But anyways, Wynn’s mother passed away when she was about two months old.”

You softly gasped. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Harry.”

“As well as her father too.” Your eyes widened as you suddenly stopped walking for a moment. You looked at him skeptically, studying him for a moment. Harry furrowed his brows once you touched his stomach.

“What are you doing?”

“Are you a ghost?” You asked seriously. His words caught you off guard that you actually thought you were imagining Harry the whole time.

“What? No, I’m not,” he laughed. He totally understood why you thought that.

“Okay, good. Thought I was tripping. I mean it is Halloween. Anyways, you were saying?” You gave him your full attention as you two started walking again.

“Wynn’s actual parents passed during an accident. They were on their way back from a little date night. Her father, Alex, was my best friend, and I’m her godfather. So, after they passed, I was her guardian. But when they asked me to be her godfather, they told me the responsibilities and that if anything happened to them, to change Wynn’s last name to my own because they didn’t want her to live on with her life wondering who her real family was. So, I did as they told me. I changed it. And I’ve raised her her whole life, and she’s mine, y’know?” Harry told you, and you listened and nodded.

“Does Wynn know?”

“Yeah, she does. I told her last year because she wondered why she didn’t look like me, and I knew that I couldn’t just lie and hide it from her. She’s a smart girl, so I knew she would understand. She cried for a little bit—had an identity crisis and felt like she couldn’t call me dad anymore, but I told her that if she wanted to or not then I would be okay with it. Thankfully, she still does.” Harry looked at his feet as he walked, kicking the leaves around.

“You’re a great dad, Harry. I’ve known you for about thirty minutes, but I just know you are. Wynn is the sweetest, and you’re doing amazing. But thank you for telling me all that. Know I’m a bit of a stranger,” you slightly laughed.

“Just a tad bit, but I trust you—I feel it.” You smiled at him, nudging him as you walked, to which you earned one back.

You all walked back to Harry’s house, and by the time you got there, Pennie was reaching up towards you, telling you to pick her up. She must’ve been tired from all the walking and jumping with her new mate, so she was getting sleepy.

“I could drive you back, if you’d like?” Harry offered.

“No, it’s okay! Not that far of a walk. Thank you for joining us, though! Pennie and myself really appreciated it and we had fun,” you smiled.

“We did as well. We’ll see you around?” Harry said, and you nodded, waving goodbye.

Harry watched as you two walked away, and he really did have a great time. He felt refreshed and relieved after talking to you, and he doesn’t remember the last time he’s had a decent conversation with someone without turning it into more that same day.

Hopefully he will see you around.

November 1st was your favorite. You started feeling the festive mood as it was getting closer and closer to the holidays.

You and Pennie were out for a walk, and you offered to bring the stroller, but she shook her head, wanting to freely walk in the leaves. Taking the similar route as the night prior, you were hoping to see Harry. You were really infatuated with him, and you thought you two would be great friends, and maybe even more.

Suddenly, Pennie let go of your hand and started running towards the familiar house from last night. She tan quite fast for a toddler, and you would have to ask her if she wanted to join track when she was older.

“Penelope, get back here!” You chased after her, but it was too late when she slapped the door. You caught up to her and carried her. “Baby, please don’t run away from me like that again.” She said a soft ‘I’m sorry’ as you carried her off the walkway.

The door opened, revealing the familiar man. “Y/N? Pennie?”

“I’m sorry! We were going for a walk and she ran away from me and ran here,” you said breathlessly, walking towards the front door again.

Harry chuckled. “You wanna see Wynnie again, Pen?” Pennie’s eyes brightened at the sound of her friend’s name as she nodded. “Come on in!”

“A-Are you sure?” You asked hesitantly.

“Absolutely! We’re just cooking breakfast right now.”

You two walked in slowly as Harry followed behind. You out Pennie down as she stayed close to you. When Harry shut the door, Pennie tugged on his pant leg.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He bent down, giving his attention.

“Can I have another candy?” She asked shyly, and Harry smiled.

“Penelope…” you said.

“What? H-He gives the full size candy bars!” You and Harry laughed loudly.

“We have extra, but only if mummy lets you.” Pennie looked up at you with a pouty face, and of course, you gave in.

“Alright, alright. But you’re only eating it after dinner, and you only get three pieces,” you chuckled. The little girl started jumping up and down happily. Harry looked at the two of you and smiled fondly, loving the dynamic between you two.

Maybe he did like Halloween after all.

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Love and Admiration Part 15- Adrenaline

18+ Bakugo x fem!pro hero reader

Summary: (Y/n) has known Bakugo since middle school, admired him since high school, and had a crush on him since the first time they met. Even now, a top pro hero in her own right, she can’t shake her school girl crush. Too bad Bakugo literally has no idea she exists. Well that’s not entirely true… He does know pro hero Mercury exists, but (y/l/n) (y/n)? Never heard of her.

Warnings for unprotected sex, semi-public sex, lots of dirty talk, mention of reader having a vagina, fingering, dom/sub dynamics, creampie/minor cumplay, size kink, and like one (1) line that’s sort of degradation

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Bakugo looks surprised when you show up to Ground Zero in a cropped hoodie and jeans instead of your hero costume. “What the fuck are you wearing?” he asks although by now you know him well enough to know he doesn’t mean it as negatively as it sounds. “Hero costumes would be a little bit conspicuous don’t you think Mr. Explosion Murder God,” you reply with a raised eyebrow before making a pointed glance at the large gauntlets of his own costume. The overall design of Bakugo’s costume has gotten a lot more streamlined since the two of you were in high school, with some of the flashier pieces being done away with, but a lot of the core elements have stayed the same. You can tell the moment he realizes you have a good point because he gets a vaguely disgruntled and yet begrudgingly accepting look on his face as he declares he’s going in to change. It shouldn’t be nearly as endearing as it is. Kirishima walks out shortly afterwards to start his patrol so the two of you get to take some time to catch up and he keeps you occupied until Bakugo returns. The man looks absolutely sinful in a gray Henley, the sleeves once again pushed up to his elbows, and jeans. Kiri has to nudge you hard in the side to snap your attention back to him, much to your chagrin. It doesn’t seem to bother him though as he just waggles his eyebrows at you before declaring he’s heading out with a wave. “What were you talking to shitty hair about?” Bakugo asks, his eyes narrowing at his friend. “Ah nothing much, just catching up. We should do a big hang soon, it’s been awhile since I saw Denki and Midoriya too,” you note. “Whatever,” Bakugo grumbles as you start leading him to the warehouse. “I know you hate this kind of thing but could you coordinate with the guys? I’ll handle the girls and maybe I can swing Shinso too. I just think it’d be nice since I kind of ruined their reunion yknow?” you shrug. Bakugo gives you a look then, almost calculating, as he tries to figure out what to say. “You didn’t ruin anything dumbass. I’ll talk to the idiots about it,” he finally tells you. “Yea?” “Yea. Now hurry up and take me to this fucking warehouse.”

You hadn’t anticipated how difficult it would be to stay unrecognized even in your civilian clothes. Multiple times you and Bakugo have to duck your heads close together or squeeze into some alleyway to avoid someone recognizing who the two of you are. Thankfully as you get deeper into the warehouse district where it’s far less populated it gets much easier to maintain your anonymity. It doesn’t take long to find the warehouse in question and sure enough you can already see the high grade equipment in what is supposed to be an abandoned building. The two of you crept inside and made your way through the building, first identifying the two men you’d been tracking and then checking to make sure they were alone. Once you’d confirmed they were the only two around you and Bakugo attacked.

Bakugo could watch you fight for hours on end and be no less amazed by it. Your quirk isn’t in and of itself anything special but the way you use it is so effortless and it’s obvious you’ve taken a great deal of time to learn precisely how best to utilize it. Your fighting style is almost graceful in its execution and it’s what had initially drawn Bakugo to you and made him so sure you’d be taking a spot in the top ten this past season. It makes him want to show off more, as if in hope that maybe just maybe you admire his fighting skills as much as he admires yours. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to subdue the villains but then you get this look in your eye and immediately Bakugo is suspicious. “Take them outside and call the cops to round them up, I wanna check something out,” you tell Bakugo, already starting to drift deeper into the warehouse. “What the fuck are you up to idiot?” Bakugo huffs even as worry starts to creep in. “Just trust me! I’ll be right out,” you promise before rushing off before he can stop you.

Bakugo growls out his displeasure but there’s not much he can do other than listen to you. He grabs both the unconscious villains, hefting one over his shoulder as he drags the other outside. Bakugo does trust you so he stays put until the cops can show up and start cuffing the villains. When you still haven’t re-emerged by the time the cops are carting the villains away he decides to go back in after you. He’s inside maybe a couple minute before he finds you sprinting full speed towards him chanting a frantic litany of “shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” “What the hell-“ “We gotta move!” is the only explanation you provide before you grab hold of his hand and tug him hard after you. It doesn’t take long for Bakugo to match your pace but before he can interrogate you further he hears a loud booming noise erupting from deeper into the warehouse. He’s set off enough of his own explosions to know what one sounds like. The booming noises are only getting closer and closer and there’s no way the two of you are going to make it to the main entrance so Bakugo course corrects you both towards the nearest window. Just as the largest one yet starts to set the room the two of you are in aflame he grabs hold of you and pulls you into his body, shielding you from the blast as he sends you both flying out the window and into the back alley behind the warehouse.

The two of you manage to land relatively unscathed so you heave out a sigh of relief as you stand and brush yourself off before checking for injuries. “You good Dynamight?” you ask but before you can look to him for an answer you’re suddenly being shoved against one of the brick walls of the alley. “What the fuck were you thinking?” Bakugo demands, carmine eyes burning with his signature temper as he pins you to the wall with one arm across your chest, just below your collarbone, and his other hand planted on the wall next to you to stop you from escaping. “I was thinking that that bust would be for nothing if we didn’t destroy the supply chain as well,” you huff, not backing down even though being this close to Bakugo is admittedly distracting. “So the explosions were fucking intentional?” “Well I didn’t know they’d be that big!” “You could’ve gotten hurt!” “But did we die though?” Something in Bakugo visibly snaps at your flippant comment and you’re half expecting him to literally blast you through the wall you’re still pressed against.

Imagine your surprise when you feel his mouth on yours instead.

You’re quick to get with the program, kissing him back before he can do something stupid like pull away and it only makes him even more aggressive. The arm pressed to your chest drops so his hand can grasp onto your bare waist instead. He kisses you like a man possessed, every ounce of adrenaline and pent up lust fueling him as he slots his thigh between your legs and grinds in the most delicious way. His erection presses insistently into your hip and god it’s so fucking big. Your mind practically spins as fantasy becomes reality in front of you. It’s almost embarrassing how turned on you are already just from his kiss but then the hand at your waist sneaks up beneath your shirt to grasp at one of your breasts, squeezing and massaging with just the right pressure as his thigh once again grinds into that sensitive spot between your legs and you can’t help but let out a gasp. Bakugo takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, desperate to finally taste you the way he never could in his fantasies. The two of you shouldn’t be doing any of this in an alley of all places where someone may walk by, but that doesn’t seem to bother Bakugo at all as he uses the hand not currently fondling your breast to unbutton and unzip your jeans. He wastes no time slipping his hand past the waistband of your pants and panties to finally touch your bare sex and a possessive growl rips out of his chest as he feels for himself how much of an effect he has on you. “You’re so fucking wet for me already. You this much of a slut for everybody or just for me?” he growls in your ear as his fingers skate along your pussy, collecting your juices and so tantalizingly close to where you really want them. “Just for you,” you pant and it must be the correct answer because you’re rewarded with two of his dexterous fingers sliding inside of your cunt. Your hands fly to his shoulder and reel him in closer, fisting the material of his shirt as you keen and whimper. Your eyes squeeze shut, head bowing as the sensation of his fingers stroking along your inner walls continues to drive you insane. As amazing as his fingers feel though, your mind keeps wandering back to the bulge you’d felt against your hip only a moment prior and you know it isn’t enough. “P-please. I need-“ you beg but you can barely get the words out as he starts to rub circles into your sensitive clit. “Look at me,” Bakugo commands, the hand not currently shoved in your pants slipping back down to your waist. It takes a moment but finally you force yourself to look into his crimson eyes. “What do you need princess?” he asks and the pet name sends shivers down your spine. “Need you,” you whimper, as he continues to relentlessly plunge his fingers in and out of your desperate pussy, “all of you. Want you inside me.” “Say my name.” “Ba-“ “No. My first name dumbass. Then ask real sweet.” “Katsuki please, I need your dick inside me.”

You take it as a win that Bakugo, no Katsuki, curses under his breath as he pulls away just enough to use his free hand to undo his own jeans. You whine at the loss when he extracts his fingers from your aching core but use your resolve to finally, finally have his dick inside you as motivation to focus enough to shove your pants and panties down to your ankles. As Katsuki does the same your eyes widen as you take in the sight of his cock. You subconsciously feel yourself clench at the sight alone. He notices you staring as he steps between the v of your legs and over your jeans to get closer to you. “Like what you see?” “God yes, Jesus Katsuki you’re massive.” “You sure you can take it all?” “Abso-fucking-lutely.” Bakugo grasps hold of your thighs and hoists you up until your legs can wrap comfortably around his hips. The brick wall behind you helps distribute your weight as he lines himself up with your entrance. “Ready princess?” “Please,” you whine and the smirk you get in response makes your heart race even faster than it already has been. He pushes into you agonizingly slowly but even still it burns slightly as your body tries to accommodate his girth. “Too much?” Katsuki asks and there’s a gentleness there you’ve never heard before. You hurriedly shake your head no. “Just give me a second,” you tell him as you focus on relaxing to allow him in. It’s a shockingly intimate moment, the sounds of the city are a soundtrack you’re both oblivious to; all you two can hear is the sound of your breathing.

You finally lean forward and press your forehead to Katsuki’s. “I’m ready. You can move,” you tell him and he’s all too eager to oblige. He starts out slowly pulling himself out until only the tip remains inside your entrance before he snaps his hips forward, shoving himself back inside and making you see stars. “Still good?” “Fuck yes, do that again,” you moan and that’s all Katsuki needs to bring the smirk back to his face as he starts to really pound into you, his pace relentless now that he’s confirmed you can handle it. “I’m gonna fucking ruin that pussy of yours. Make sure nothing and no one can please you the way I can,” he growls possessively before capturing your mouth into a kiss again, swallowing every whine, whimper, and moan that comes out of your mouth. Your grasp onto his shoulders for dear life, probably leaving long scratches along his back from where your hands have scrambled for purchase but neither of you care. Nothing matters to you outside of the pleasant pull of Katsuki’s thick cock slipping in and out of your clenching pussy. “God you’re so fucking tight for me. I can feel you clenching princess, you gonna cum for me?” he asks. “I am. God I am, ‘m so close,” you whine. Katsuki shifts the angle just so and immediately you know it’s over as your vision whites out with a final cry of Katsuki’s name as your orgasm hits you like a freight train, your entire body clenching around Bakugo as he desperately chases his own climax now that you’ve gotten yours. His rhythm stutters and gets sloppy as he gets closer and closer. He’s so focused on fucking into the tight, wet heat of your pussy still fluttering around him that it takes him by surprise when you whisper in his ear “Please Katsuki. Fill me up, make me yours.” “Fuck (y/n),” he groans and it’s the most intense orgasm he’s ever experienced. The reality of finally having you this way far surpasses every fantasy he’s had about this moment and by the time his orgasm finally passes it’s almost overwhelming.

Bakugo lets you back down onto the ground almost gently, before slowly pulling out. He watches with rapt attention as his cum dribbles down from between your legs and he just barely stops himself from reaching over to push the bit that’s leaked out back in. Instead he forces his eyes to meet yours. He’s not entirely sure what he sees in the (y/e/c) depths of your gaze but it makes him panic, his cheeks flushing as he looks away. He wants to offer up round 2. He wants to invite you back to his place. He wants to make you moan his name and beg for his cock to fill you up but he can’t make himself say the words he wants to. The fact of the matter is that with the adrenaline now drained from his body and the lustful haze lifted, the great Bakugo Katsuki has lost his nerve. So even though he wants to ask “what are you doing the rest of the night?” he instead says “we should head back.” “Oh... right yea, of course,” you reply dazedly as Bakugo backs out of your space and quickly moves to pull back up his pants and underwear as you do the same. The two of you walk back to Ground Zero in silence, both still processing what’s just happened. “See ya around,” Bakugo tells you before striding towards the door to his agency. “Yea, see you,” you reply, equally as spaced out. You watch his retreating back until he actually enters the building and the door shuts behind him. As the door clicks closed you both have the same thought:

“What the fuck just happened?”

A/N: Kirishima definitely texted Mina the minute he realized the police had submitted the paperwork for y/n and Bakugo’s bust but the two of them hadn’t returned from the mission yet. They love gossiping about their two favorite horny idiots

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