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kidron · 1 year

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Could you write a sharing food headcanons or fic with Ryusei, Chifuyu, Baji and Kazutora ?

Sharing = caring

─Baji, Ryusei, Kazutora & Chifuyu (Seperated + platonic)

─Summary: Sharing food with someone / someone shares their food with them

─Warnings: Nope, unless you count grammer

★Baji

"come, Let's share this in half !"

─if there was a food, he would mostly offer it to share with those who he know/friends.

─the logic is if you had food and someone else near didn't then share it, give it or don't eat it till you're alone. He prefers the "share it" option.

─He's mostly the one to share his food with anyone, however if the person also likes sharing he would appreciate it.

─he was taught to respect food and never be disgust / rude if there was a thing he dislikes. He would mostly eat anything he dislike unless it was boiled food (Baji hates boiled food by canon).

─half in half, neither of you is going to have more than the other. If you tried to take more he will beat you unless you were hungry.

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It was an after school time, you were helping Baji to study for his next week chemistry exam. Either you were good or not at chemistry you for sure was better than him at studying so you helped in everything you understand. It was done now, he's abit confused and will most likley forget everything he learnt 5 minutes after the exam, however, he did his best and it's enough to pass.

As you was wandering around the school hallways lestening to him chicking on the things he studied today, your stomach growled, eating lunch at school wasn't something you liked after all. "You spent hours helping me to pass, i will payback with my best-Peyang-yakisoba-in-japan !!" He said as you stibbed out the school gate with the biggest grin untying his hair. Why not after all ?

The green sweet pepers wasn't that much of a taste personally, so avoiding them while eating the half ended up with him scolding you, however he made an order to eat one more bite of the Peyang nodels to make it actuall half in half -since you're not eating pepers-, he wasn't asking.

★Ryusei

"Oh no need to thank me for being so generous at all !"

─he usually use food to torture people till they throw up or looking like a bear preparing for hibernation... however he does share.

─he only share his food as a "i don't like this, you take it", being the person who doesn't show their feelings he is.

─mostly share only small things or give the entire thing, no between. Like giving the cherry on the plate or passing the whole thing.

─if you shared your desert with him you will regert it; Ryusei never stops. Your food ? Gone.

─if it was a about someone hungry things are diffrent, he's never giving anything unless he laughs enough.

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He dragged you to play football once he knew you're also interested in watching football matchs, not even bothering to ask either you can play or not, of course not wasting a single mistake to tell how bad you are. You were offered a strawberry Parfait with fruits topping at his family "Misami snacks" by him, Ryusei's Parfait was chocolete chips and cookies, something you liked more.

The fact that you mentioned prefering chocolates before makes it clear that he did all of this only to tease you not having something you liked. Bastard.

However he still offered you something nice, very harmless. so you shouldn't let him win on this one and decided to enjoy it simply, it's not a big deal... But that one Chocolate-coated marshmallow on the top looked amazing...

"May i have it, Please ?" with no longer patience asked with strict looks, as if it was the most serious topic -honestly seeing someone eating a food you like on purpose is serious reason to beat them up- "oh you want that ? Although you have yours ? How greedy ! Since you asked politley and i'm very generous guess i have no other chance of how kind i am~"

One is having a free Parfit and a beloved Chocolate-coated marshmallow, the other having his fun messing around, great success.

★Kazutora

"Oh... you can have this one then" :]

─If you give him, he gives you. He never thinks of sharing unless someone shared their food with him first.

─He's warmed by the idea by someone giving him apart of what they have, espcially if it was the half ( Kazu's effected by Baji ).

─He share the same amount as what you shared with him. if it was the half, he gives the half. if it was something small he liked like a fruit, he gives something small you liked... etc

─Wouldn't share the same plate tho or something that was bite ( like a crape or a sandwich ), neither sharing drinks, even if it was different straws. He refuses to take so to that refuse to give anything.

─it's about showing that the other care for him, not the food that is important. He have some struggles showing his feelings so in general, something undirect as sharing things is what he like.

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Both were sitting on the sidewalk, even though the sunset barley came down there wasn't much people around, mostly high school girls going home or gangsters fooling around. both shall go to their houses too, but only after finishing the corn cobs which was cut into pieces & slushies that was bought earlier.

Seeing that there was only one piece left on Kazu's plate beside the one he's already eating you took one of the two pieces of yours left and handled it to him.

"I ate too much but thanks !" He said with a wide smile just to put it on his paper plate taking the other piece of his handling it to you, there was no point of that since all the corns are the same. This is just how things work for both, it's not about the food, it's about showing care to the other.

His blue and green slushie looked cool, apples and blueberries, mostly color food but anyway, it's looks like the thing to freeze someones soul, nice... there was no way he will let your straw inter it to give it a try, unless you wanted to wash your face with the slushie and recive few punches.

★Chifuyu

"Hey you have to try this out !!"

─Offers to share first, doesn't actually want a return he just share, just don't eat it all.

─he mostly share when he find a new amazing flavor, so mostly it will be a snack from the store, a limited or a new version he tried.

─unlike Kazutora, he doesn't find espcially it as a way to show affection/care, he doesn't think much of it it's just an "if you want some of this you can have some of mine" just like what he did with Takemichi and the ramen. Yet he may use it if the current atmosphere is on tense.

─He shares the food that cats are allowed to eat with Peke-j, Baji scolded him saying that just because something isn't inedible to cats doesn't mean that it's always healthy for them. So now he's more carefull.

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You were at the Matsuno's family house in the guest room, his mom invited you earlier to eat dinner that she's curenntly making in the kitchen with Chifu introducing Peke-j. "Chifuyu ! Go to the store and buy tomato paste and red beans, The wallet is in my red bag !" His mom yelled from the kitchen. He went closing the door behind leaving the new guest to play with Peke-j.

"Do you need any help, Mrs. Chifuyu's mom ?" She thanked for your offer yet the response was "Go do something untill Chifuyu's back, i'm almost done with the dinner so nonworries", i hope that it's not a dish with texture that i can't handle.

Going to Chifuyu's room or play with Peke-J were Interesting options; so chosing both :].

You carried Peke-J as the baby sized he is to Chifuyu's room, wasn't that interesting indeed... there was a manga volume on the bed, Romance manga ? Too lame. Peke-J leaped to the ground so you followed to play, untill a chearfull vioce crossed the house, "I'm back !!" Chifuyu came so Peke-J was the first to go to him as ypu followed.

"I got you something" he whisperd after putting what his mom asked for, "what is it ?" Whispering back, there must be a reason for him whispering, of course. "I saw a grape flavored popping candy at the store and bought it, just keep quite or else mom's going to scold us for it" he finished whispering. The dinner is going to take quite abit so why not ?

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO EATING EVEN BEFORE DINNER ?!"

Oh no...

I thought of including Kojiro but i relized we don't know much about his canon personality, aw man...

Bye bye

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eliomoon · 1 year

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new family. part 1

tw: manipulation, murder, yandere

y/n was a lonely child, and their parent was in a coma. But they didn’t mind, they had a job to do they had to make sure people were paying rent and taking care of their houses properly. y/n hummed softly as they made their rounds collecting the rent money. suddenly they were stopped a renter asking y/n if they were being taken care of properly. y/n only looked at them with them with a neutral stare, “i am fine, i’m doing well on my own” they said then walked off. back into their house. beeping could be heard within, they walked into the room were the beeping was coming from looking at their parent. “mom/dad, i got the rent money.” they said in a soft voice. they statement was only meet with silence and the beeping of the heart monitor. y/n closed the door, startled when they hard knocking. they walked over to the front door opening it confused to see a pro hero standing their. “endeavor?” they said confused. endeavor kneeled talking to the child. “hello little one i got a call that your parent wasn’t talking care of you, i came to your mother/father questions.” he said politely. y/n eyed him wearily before letting him inside. Enjis pov: i stared at the apartment the child lived in. their was trash bags everywhere and discarded candy wrappers. i furrowed my brows looking for the childs parent. they child motioned me over leading me too a room. my eyes widened seeing a person lady on a bed attached to many hospital machines. “mom/dad, a hero came. he’s come to make sure i’m alright. isn't that silly?” the child said holding the parents hand softly. i walked forward. “little one, im afraid i have to let someone know about this you cant stay here.” i said kneeling down infront of the child. the child frowned staring at enji. “i’m not leaving. who will collect the rent? make sure that the house are being lived in properly? who will watch over my mom/dad?” they said staring at him. enji’s heart ached for this poor child. they should not have to go through this. he thought as he let the child lead him out the parents room. “now i must get back to work mister. as you can see i’m fine and can take care of myself.” they said pushing him out the house. enji let himself be pushed out. watching as the child exited the house to water their garden. he watched as the child do all this house work before he left. as he made it back to his agency. he pulled up the files on y/n and the parents. enji read their parents file seeing how that their parent just randomly went into a coma and hasn't woken up since. his brow furrowed as he read this. his heart panged and clenched at the thought of the child being alone so he devised a plan.

y/n pov:

it was night time as y/n was sleeping in their room. they were suddenly woken up with loud beeping rushing out their room they saw their parents room on fire. y/n cried out, running to the room trying to save their burning parent the fire clinging to their skin but was yanked out the house by their neighbor’s as their skin burned. they neighbor quickly put out the fire they was on the child body show the new scars forming on their skin. y/n kicked and screamed as their house and parent burned down. they watched in horror as the flames swallowed everything they loved. the neighbors did everything they could to comfort the child but they were inconsolable. suddenly the police and hero’s showed up endeavor being one of them. they couldn't pull their eyes away from the flames as the adults behind them discussed what to do.

enji pov:

i watched as the child stared at the burning home. i felt guilty for making dabi burn the house down but now he could rescue the child. but he regerts letting them get hurt, that wasn't suppose to happen. he watched as the medics picked up the child and checked the burns. the police cut off his gaze from the child which irked him a little. “endeavor are you sure you want to take this kid their quirk less” the officer asked. enji had to hold off the urge to strangle the cop. “yes im sure. besides wouldn't the child be safer living with a hero?” i asked the cop smiling politely. “i guess so” the cop said a little hesitant. “great so its decide the child will live with me!” i said smirking. the cop sighed nodding as, the medics bandages the burns, handing off the child to enji. they spoke to enji on how to handle the burns. making him want to role his eyes. he knew how to handle burns. touya burns made him need that knowledge so he already knew what the medics were spewing. he watched the medics walk off and drive away. enji sighed walking to his car and laying the child on their side that wasnt scarred and buckled them in. they were already asleep, having passed out from the pain and exhaustion. enji sighed getting in the front seat and began to drive home, smiling as he finally got the child. the family would love them.

#yandere endeavor #yandere todoroki family #reader #platonic yandere

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turtlebros4u · 1 year

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Counterculture Terrapins (1/4)

I was thinking about doing something short but then I kept adding detail so here we are. Inspired by someone mentioning that Donnie does Raph's tattoos (I forgot when and who I saw that from or else I would link it cuz it was so cute). Also I have a rudimentary knowledge of how tattoos work I haven't gotten my first one yet so I've done my best to Google some things.

Also in case anyone is upset at the mention of needles, like me, I have avoided using that word when talking about tattooing.

Donnie

You're sitting next to Raph on the couch with one of his favorite soap operas on the TV. It's a bit boring, you know the cliché it's going for now. You look to the big guy but can barely see his invested glare over his massive delts. You gaze down in your boredom along his partial sleeve tattoo. It's so delicately done.

"Who does your tattoo?" You ask.

"Hm?" Raph says peeling himself from the drama as it hit a commercial break to look down at you over his shoulder, "Oh Donnie. He's got a real steady hand from making all those tiny 'lectronics and stuff. Why? Y' want one?"

"Uh well I was thinking about it..."

"I think you could rock one. You'd look even hotter." He drops that sentence so nonchalantly it makes you blush.

You don't say anything for a bit, letting Raph get back to the show after the commercials. You calm down as the Secret Twin trope gets revealed on screen. God it's such a cheesy show but maybe that's why he likes it.

You wait until the next break to ask, "How did you choose what to get?"

He thinks for a moment, "Uh, I wanted something that reminded me of the strength of my family and also looked cool as hell I guess."

Mikey sauntered into the room at this time whistling a tune.

"So a tattoo should be inspiring and cool?" You ask Big Red.

Mikey spins on his heels and lands his elbows onto the couch, "Angeeeelcaaaaakes! You thinking about getting a tattoo like Raph's?"

You laugh, "Ahh well not really. I'm not sure. I have been wanting one but I'm not sure what I even want yet. Do you think I should get a sleeve?"

"No one can tell you what you want except for you, sweet cheeks. Buuuut if you ask me I think you should get some bold text, like NO REGERTS or PIZZA TIME!"

He smiles widely, "Totally show me what you decide to get, pumpkin spice, Donnie's like a serious guru with that. You'd look so dope with a tat." And with that Mikey also left you blushing as he continued with whatever he was going to do.

The episode ended and Raph rambled a bit about how he wants to know who the real father of the baby was going to be and if it will be the secret twin of the dad or not. You smile softly, amused that he's invested in such goofy drama. Raph headed to his weight rack to do a couple of sets and left you scrolling on your phone on the sofa.

You sit there looking through tattoo ideas. The idea of asking Donnie is kind of growing on you. You weren't sure how to find a good artists anyways and talking to new people made you anxious.

How much would it hurt? Even if it did, to sit there under Donatello's gaze would counteract everything. You wonder how he would react to you asking.

"Hey Princess," Leo sashays towards you, a towel around his neck dabbing sweat. He must have just finished a training session with Splinter, "Mikey says you're going to ask Donnie for a tat."

"Uh well I really was just curious where Raph got his and I was looking for an artist I trusted anyways but I don't really know what I'm going to get yet." You say somewhat surprised that word is going around faster than pizza.

"Ah I see, Mikey was telling us about it while we sparred. He got very excited about tattoos and ended up going off about trying get a whole pizza pie tatted to his shell. Fun fact, you can't tattoo a carapace. Anyways, Splinter suggests doing something symbolic and simple. And if you want my opinion—"

"I do want your opinion, " you say knowing he was going to say it anyways.

Leo stuttered for a moment, thrown off his rhythm that you were actually asking for it this time. "W-well I'd say an elegant asymmetric pattern of some sort on your shoulder or thigh would suit your style well. Like a spider web or lighting or wrinkled plaid. "

"Wrinkled plaid? "

"Okay maybe not plaid, but something like that, I feel it suits you." He shrugs off the awkward suggestion and escapes towards the showers before putting more of his foot in his mouth.

You consider plaid for a moment longer and then shake your head of the silly suggestion. Leo often had great ideas but was very bad at explaining why or offering any useful context when it came to personalized things. He could make a life or death decision in a split second but he couldn't explain to you why he liked tile over rugs.

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You've been mulling over it for a few days now. You have finally both decided what you want and also built up the courage to ask Donnie if he would do the honors.

You get to the lair and beeline for the lab. Leo and Mikey see that you hardly acknowledge their presence and they smirk at each other. They know you've finally decided.

You flip the plastic sheets away as you enter the lab.

"Donnie!" You say loud and proud.

Donnie perks up and spins on his stool to face you.

"What can I do for you, Sparkplug?" He asks setting down the tools in his hand and giving you his full undivided attention. A rarity.

"Would you be willing to give me a tattoo? I trust you and I want—"

"I thought you'd never ask." He says, a glint in his eye as he leaps up and goes to the industrial cabinet that holds all varieties of his tools and he opens the drawer for his tattoo work.

"Yesterday I finished prepping the attachment for human skin. I had initially made the pen for us, since we've got thicker skin—at least literally—than you. But this should work wonderfully. Are you ready for your consultation?"

"Yep, let's get started!" You say and plop down in another stool.

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After a day of prepping the design, Donnie let's you know he's ready.

You had asked for him to design it based on some key words. You are excited to see what he came up with but even more hyped to lay down and let him work his magic.

You get to the lab and see that Donnie's set out some sort of MacGuyvered massage table? Or was it a dentist's chair? You took a seat anyways.

"So, Tattoo Guru," you joke to the purple banded terrapin, "where shall we put it?"

He scoots toward you on his rolling stool and slides just between your knees.

"May I?" He asks gesturing to you that he would like to look you over for the perfect location. He had decided he would design it first and pick a location later.

You nod and he begins. He mumbles to himself as he analyzes your body from top to bottom for the prime location. You try to fight the blush in your face when he runs his fingers across your thighs and down your calves. It's no use.

He gently lifts your shirt up to check your stomach and sides. Your shoulders and collarbone. His face is so close to yours. You can feel his warm breath on your neck.

"Are you nervous?" He asks, "Your heart rate is increasing and your breaths are shorter."

"N-no," you stutter somewhat embarrassed that he was noticing, "not about the tattoo. I trust you entirely. It's just you were studying me so intently I'm starting to wonder if you can see any flaws from this close."

His brows raised, "Flaws? What flaws?"

"Oh y'know. The blemishes and cellulite and the few gray hairs I've been trying to keep plucked but somehow elude me." You say trying to play it cool.

"Oh, you think those are flaws?" His voice rose in astonishment. You remember that he doesn't have hardly any clue about human beauty standards, and while he knows that humans are judgemental, it's on a totally different scale for him.

"Well yeah, people think they aren't very flattering." You admit, not proud to admit humans weren't all great.

"That's ridiculous. The whole point of being human is to be unique and live unique. And as you age you get little representations of the life you've lived. Like nature's tattoos. You can almost read my brothers' shells and find a mark from every year from some stunt we pulled. I find it quite fascinating to read all the little love notes that life leaves."

You face flushed with heat. If you had managed to hide it before you certainly couldn't now.

"I've decided your shoulder blade is the best." He said changing the subject very matter-of-factly. "Would you remove your shirt, here's a towel if you want to cover your frontwhen you lay down." He shifted the seat to be horizontal and scooted away. You take the towel remove your shirt and lay on your chest. The table was quite comfortable.

Donnie scoots back with his template, wipes down your shoulder blade and begins his work. While he preps the stencil his every touch makes you tingle. The air is cool on your back and his hands warm.

You definitely would not have had this experience with any other artist in New York. This was special.

"I'm ready to start inking. You ready, Sparkplug?" He asks gently. You confirm and brace for the sting.

It hits you but less painfully than you expected. It still takes a moment to adjust to the regular zing in your shoulder as he begins.

Through the corner of your eye you can see he is zoned into his work. His tongue sticking out a bit as he is apt to do when in deep focus.

Although somewhat munade, every time he wipes away your shoulder, it feels so intimate. You close your eyes and just soak it in. The buzz of the pen, the warm hands and trained eyes.

May this will be one of those little love letters Donnie was talking about. You are glad your face is buried somewhat, your heart skips a little just thinking about how oddly poetic Donnie was when he said that.

Maybe that's the way Donnie sees the world. Every line of code, every chemical equation, every physics constant, every biological mutation was just poetic to him.

You were glad to have the opportunity to be one of the few who knew the brothers. You went through a wash of emotions.

First pride for almost having them to yourself, but then followed sorrow, that the brothers were limited in who they could trust and show themselves to without insighting the worst humanity had to offer.

Again you were grateful that you could be one of the people that didn't make them feel like they didn't belong here. You felt a twinge of resentment towards the outside world, because it took you this long to find a family this accepting and kind and optimistic about everything, you had felt your fair share of human cruelty both from people you once considered close as well as the system itself that felt so predatory.

When you were in this little pocket of sewers, turned into a cozy abode, under the city, you felt like you could step away from the rat race for once. Like it didn't really matter as much as everyone made it seem.

Overall you felt content. You loved the turtles and their fatherly rat, each with their quirks, but always trying to be better and never abandoning those they considered family.

"Aaaaand 100% completion. You may have outdone yourself Donnie," he said to himself, "I could compete with a RedSail laser cutter and win." His pride was bubbling up in the most adorably nerdy way.

"Let me just get you cleaned up and wrapped, let's keep it covered for a few days and then you can see, how's that?" He asks laying down the protective plastic over the fresh tattoo.

You nod trying to recover from being hopelessly lost in thought just moments ago.

He allows you to cover yourself again and you thank him for his work on your way out.

You send a text to Mikey to let him know that he can join you in the lab in two days to see your brand new tattoo.

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You show up a little early and Donnie is busy soldering away at something or another.

He hears you come in and looks up from his hunched position and smiles, "Early as usual."

You take a seat and pull off the button up blouse you were wearing. Underneath was a tank top that revealed your entire tattoo. You were honest and hadn't looked at it yet, avoiding the chance to peak at it through the mirror in your apartment.

Donnie washed up and rolled over to you in his signature wheeled stool. He peeled the plastic off and took a damp towel to wipe it down.

He just finished when Mikey flung open the plastic sheets to the entrance of the lab announcing in one of his many comical voices, "And here were have the perfect human specimen, recently upgraded and equipped with the finest work our generation has to offer!"

You look at him in confusion at who he is talking to and see Leo and Splinter walking in behind him.

"Splinter?" You ask in confusion.

"My child," he responds intentionally not answering your implied question of why he was there.

"Cmon Y/n, spin around so we can see it. Mikey's been hyping it ul for days and he doesn't even know what it looks like." Leo said obviously just as excited as Mikey but showing it differently.

Somewhat nervous with such a crowd you freeze for a moment.

"Here," Donnie hands you a small mirror and holds up another so you can see the back of your shoulder when you turn around.

The tattoo comes into your sight. It's amazing.

"Donnie that's perfect." Leo commends.

"Angelcakes! Whoooaaaa that's so rad! Omygosh Omygosh Raph's gotta see this!" Mikey makes a break to sprint down the tunnels hollering for Big Red.

Splinter nods, "You've managed to capture my impressive aura I see. Excellent work." You roll your eyes and chuckle at the vain rat's comment.

You can't stop looking at your shoulder in the reflection. It really is amazing. It had everything you wanted. A symbol of new York in the classic sewer cap, simple representations of the five people you cared most about with Splinter's silhouette donning the masks of his four sons on his tail, and bold inspiring text through the middle of the sewer plate that reads, "WE'RE NOT MONSTERS".

You couldn't have been more proud to reclaim one of Mikey's most impactful quotes. And he seemed ecstatic to see them worn proudly.

Raph thumped in, "Calm down little bro, I've seen tattoos before, I'm sure it's cool." He stalks up and inspects it closely and quietly for a minute.

Then a moment later Donnie is spinning out of control on his stool with Raph bellowing, "Who said ya could give someone else a cooler tattoo than what you gave me. I told you specifically to give me the most badass tattoo and obviously mine is second best now."

Leo and Mikey bust up laughing. Splinter chuckles heartily. You can't help but giggle as Donnie recovers, shaking his head of the dizziness and smiling like an idiot. He took Raph's reaction as a full blown compliment and it truly was.

You leap towards Donatello and wrap your arms around his neck. He catches you and pulls you close.

"Thank you," you mutter, "Raph is right this is the best tattoo. I'm so proud to have it. You guys aren't monsters, you are the best family I've ever had!"

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Totally forgot my taglist on these 😅

@turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @geeksauruse

#tmnt bayverse #bayverse tmnt #my tmnt art #bayverse donnie #my tmnt fic #Counterculture Terrapins

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cure-orchid · 3 days

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I’ve still got some strong hyperfixation going on for one of my newest fandoms ‘The Ghost and Molly McGee’ (which I will eternally regert not watching sooner) and wanted to share some of my headcanons I’ve come up with over the last four months.

* There are a few months between ‘Jinx vs the Human World’ and ‘The End’, enough for a third season to take place. Most of the leaked scripts occur with a few exceptions: They do not find the ‘Williams’ lunchbox, by extension ‘Scratch from the Past’ doesn’t occur, Dead and Breakfast was revealed to be getting cut before the cancellation so it also doesn’t happen. And ‘Forever Home’ occurs after ‘The End’ (more below)

* I already posted my headcanon conclusion for the Chairman Ollie arc. I was going to post more on that but I’ve decided to wait (more at the bottom of this post)

* Molly is remaining positive for Scratch’s sake after he leaves. She is sad and talks about it with the others when she can…

* Then ‘Forever Home’ occurs (with Geoff in Scratch’s place) a month after Todd leaves. Patty dying and not becoming a ghost hits even harder since the loss of Scratch is still fresh. Molly allows herself to grieve in front of the others but her positivity is noticeably shaken for a week or two after. A movie hits too close to home during date night with Ollie and Molly finally breaks down and fully opens up about her sadness and fear of losing people and being alone. Ollie is the second person she’s ever opened up to about this, Scratch was the first. After that she is truly able to start healing.

* Todd visits Brighton a year later. One scheme and a hug from Molly later and his memories from his time as a wraith return! He remembers Molly first but slowly the rest come back to him.

* After remembering everyone and having a true reunion. One of the things Scratch does on his last day in town is have a one on one talk with Ollie. Scratch figures he’d understand how he feels best since they both suffered memory loss for a time and both care deeply about Molly. Ollie tells him how hard it really was on Molly and how they’ve all been looking out for her.

* Molly and Scratch keep in touch, and Adia is let in on the truth about Todd and ghosts. They have yearly visits to Brighton.

* Scratch and Adia do get married, which may or may not be motivated by tax benefits, and have a quick ceremony at a courthouse. Best Man Geoff brings wraith Molly through a portal so she can be there as their flower girl, she’s already making the joy flowers anyway.

* Molly and Libby go to college in Brighton, while Ollie goes to college in Perfektborg. Being long distance besties with Scratch has prepared Molly for a long distance boyfriend so she’s not freaking out as bad as she would have at 13. They meet every other weekend and video chat frequently.

* Mollie get married once they finish college. Scratch and Adia take an extra trip to attend and the former is the best man. Libby and Andrea are the maids of honor. Libby realizes that with what Molly is planning, Andrea will find out about ghosts one way or another. They break the news early and introduce her to Geoff and Jeff, she’s freaked out but it gives context to some early events.

* Scratch and Adia die in a hang-gliding accident when Molly is in her early 20’s. They don’t reunite right away but Molly figures, and gets Geoff to spill, that Scratch is waiting to make a grand entrance at the funeral. He and Adia scare everyone not in the know at said funeral when they emerge from their graves. Molly and Ollie present the ghost couple with a large dollhouse and they move in with them.

* The girls future’s are pretty obvious, Molly becomes mayor of Brighton, Libby writes novels, June is a scientist, and Andrea marries Alina and her vision board becomes a reality. As for the boys, Ollie becomes a therapist with patients living and dead. Darryl is part of some government task force, that is all he is able to divulge.

* Mollie have their first daughter a few years later, Piper Chen-McGee. She inherits the swoopy hair and living with ghosts her whole life gives her a hyperfixation on the paranormal. From the moment they met and she grabbed his snoot, Scratch has been a doting uncle to her and the two are really close.

* Five years after comes Joy Chen-McGee. I haven’t thought too much about what she would be like but for sure she continues the legacy of enhappifying/engoodifying, enhappigoodifying if you will.

* Once they die, Ollie becomes the chairman for good. He has a white robe made for Molly, it doesn’t have any special powers but she’s already got her unique joy energy.

So I was already planning on writing a Ghost Friends one shot, I was going to save it for Halloween but I’ve decided to move it up and release it in around a month.

In addition, I’ve got two other fics that will be released after; one will be an anthology fic focusing on Ollie, exploring his character, his interactions with different characters, and going through his chairman arc! The other will be Molly and Scratch reuniting, because these two are family and it’s cruel to keep them apart.

I’m not sure how long it’ll take to churn these out, but the Ollie fic should start in June once I finish the Ghost Friends oneshot.

#the ghost and molly mcgee #TGAMM #headcanons #story ideas #molly mcgee #scratch mcgee #libby stein torres #ollie chen #darryl mcgee #june chen #andrea davenport #adia williams #mollie #molliver

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longeyelashedtragedy · 4 months

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2023 post

i'm struggling through this with a kind of broken keyboard (sticky M U J keys) so bear with me!

because the last month of this year has been such a fucking nightmare (that i'll be working to remove myself from come tuesday) i realized that the good things that happened this year kind of escaped me.

cause--this year was good, in ways that as always with my life cannot be seen by the outside world. it was a messy year but some things changed that i still haven't fully made sense of.

-this year i met so many cool people on here, or got closer to some other people who i'd known before. if "meeting cool people on tumblr" was a skill you could put on your resume, i would definitely feel qualified to put it on my resume, but this year i feel like i just got acquainted with a really high quality group of people (all who support different teams, too!) and that's been so much fun and rewarding as well. i always feel a bit guarded telling people that i care about them but...i do. a lot!

-this june i went on a #YOLO trip to the netherlands that i could not afford but even now when i see my charming credit card debt i have to say i have No Regerts. i got to meet two of these tumblr friends who i've been close to for long enough that they've transcended "internet friend" for me and feel like Friends I've Known a Long Time. we had such a comfortable and fun time travelling together, to a place i've wanted to visit since i was young, and the benefit of meeting Tumblr Friends in real life is that you can make sure everyone's brain needs are taken care of! together we went to see italy beat NL (feat. virg van d slur in the flesh) in the stadium and then watched croatia lose to spain in the basement of a sports bar in utrecht and they got to see that it's 100% true that i cry during the croatian national anthem before the game 😂 i got to do so many bucket list things--visit the rijksmuseum, go solo to delft and see all the vermeer places and settings of my favorite book, girl with a pearl earring (and accidentally wander into a government building looking for a church, whoops), and see the girl with a pearl earring herself for the second time, but this time at her home in the mauritshuis. also i took a lot of fun trains and like every time i go from american Big Corn Syrup and Weird Additives food to europe, everything i ate was good as fuck. and i slept in a pod for two nights! i have the opposite of claustrophobia (claustro...philia? lol) so that slapped. so great, and getting to meet up with friends who live on the other side of an ocean is so fucking special.

-LAMPARDVERSE! nuff said, but it's been an absolute blast getting to co-create it and research all the lore. this is just the beginning, long may it live!!! also thanks to you all for putting up with me blasting a white english chelsea man on your dashes. it will happen again.

-irl stuff...the most unexpected. this year i was able to comfortably become friendly with people who are quite different from me. i was confident in the parts of my personality that are Different--i had fun owning it, and i saw that people really like that person. the craziest thing was that a huge obstacle in my path was that cptsd causes me to feel physically uncomfortable around people, even people i like, aside from emotional discomfort, but the thing is when your body is getting physical danger signals they're extremely difficult to "ignore" (for a reason!) or put aside to focus on the mental stuff.

this year i just went for it--went through months of extremely draining and uncomfortable "exposure therapy" by way of forcing myself to try to stay present in conversations with people i knew i liked, even if the conversations/their presence freaked me out and drained me. (i'm not some magical uwu inspiration/good luck miracle, for anyone who might be in this situation and feel envious--i've been in intense therapy since 2013, do a lot of my own mental work in between, and take two different medications. it took me 10 years to get there! i say this cause there is no shame in the hard work.) importantly, with the people i felt i trusted enough and whose opinion of me i valued enough for them to know the truth, i just told them what was going on with me. not in any graphic detail or TMI, but i told them one of the things that has a big impact on how i present to the outside world (i suffer from trauma), what this trauma suffering looks like to the outsider (sometimes i stop talking altogether in a conversation, and not just that, but i zone out so hard that it looks like i'm not even paying attention, even though sometimes i still am), and what it means about how i feel about them/how they should take it (it means nothing at all, so please please don't take it personally)

they took this level of openness and honesty very well, and i found that telling them these limitations of mine helped to set me free. not living with the lifetime fear of being "found out," not having to worry while i was having a Trauma Moment that people were thinking badly of me and that it was severely impacting my socialization--all of this suddenly helped me start staying in the present while talking to people and while people were talking to me. and not just stay in the present but--ENJOY it. get something out of it. and, to show my work-friends that even though i have a lot of things not in common with them--that that's cool, and we still have plenty of things we do have in common

the kindness people have shown me this year after Seeing Me and getting to know me was unreal. i don't know how to process it. (this applies to you guys on tumblr too!). so many things have happened this fall and so many things were said to me that i never, ever, EVER thought i would be able to experience. i hope this lasts and i hope i can build on this in the new year.

so yeah...this year was...something alright. i'm always an even age in an even year and the evens are never as good for me as the odds (other than like, age 14. that was a good time.) but let's hope for the best.

now, i hate new year's eve/day, so let's get this shit over with!

#originals #writing this with this wretched keyboard was a nightmare #macbook keys are just scary to remove! the last thing i need is an actually broken laptop lol

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bitchesgetriches · 10 months

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funmalibmillie · 6 months

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Yeah...I posted the next chapter of "Ripple" on Ao3 just because I wanted to and to show off my rubber ducky MHA collection...NO REGERTS!

Chapter 3: The Plan at the Hero Gala

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing was in Epic Enigma that the nerd didn’t already have that would impress him. Fuck. Maybe I can find something online. Something’s gotta be out there that he doesn’t have…wait…That Fucking Rubber Duckie. Of course! Well, that’s only if the nerd hasn’t gotten it already since then.

Izuku went on and on about the “highly coveted” pro-hero collector’s piece when it was first released in the winter of their second year at UA and again when an online auction came up for it around their graduation. The greenie basically vomited his excitement to whatever poor soul would listen and when he showed an online picture of it to Katsuki, it was the most ridiculous thing the blonde ever saw. It was manufactured to look just like All Might; the pro-hero’s usual flamboyant, bright, blonde animatedly-double-spiked hair had transformed into unexpected smooth plastic waves and two fists were raised in the air ready and itching to unleash any set of his signature “SMASH” attacks. His trademark smile, a curve that settled courage and sent fear scuttling in the hearts of villains whenever he announced “I am here!”, was etched into his beak. The Tubbz All Might, robed in a fondly cartoony costume and blended the classic rubber duck yellow with the iconic red, white, and blue of All Might’s suit. It was—Katsuki could acknowledge—a fairly accurate scaled-down version of the real deal that managed to retain the essence of All Might's mighty persona. Only 3000 were ever made.

Izuku never got the damn thing when it was first released though (nor the second chance of the auction), and he was downcast for 3 fucking weeks afterward. He was also acting really strange around Katsuki at the same time and wasn’t even focused during their regular spars. Fed-up, the ash blonde finally asked Izuku what the fuck was up with him and eventually the latter spilled the beans. Whether those musical fruits tooted truths were a different concern. Apparently, the nerd was going to get the ludicrous duck that winter and saved up a good amount of cash from his side jobs and paid hero work studies to get the expensive ass thing, but he got caught up in a villain attack and by the time he got to the store, they were all gone. Katsuki believed it—some part of it anyway, though he couldn’t figure out why he questioned it. Consider it a second quirk (or love), but he could always tell when something was going on with Izuku even when he wouldn’t communicate it and vice versa. However, the blonde reasoned that without a doubt, something like a villain attack would be the only sensible reason the nerd would miss an opportunity to get more All Might merch, especially a collectible like that.

While on the way to the parking garage, Katsuki did a quick check on his phone to search for whatever information might be available for the absurd plastic aviary. What he saw made him stop in his tracks, bottom jaw practically hitting the floor with his eyebrows punching the ceiling.

“110,838,750 YEN!!!???” he screams aloud. Luckily, the garage was clearing out since the mall was now closed but a few people did look over at him curiously. This duck, as it turns out —which under normal circumstances is just a toy, an old school child’s bath time plaything—is the most expensive All Might collector’s piece in the world right now. (110,838,750 yen = 750,000 US dollars). Granted, it was expensive when it first launched, but damn. Rubber ducks? Who knew?!

Shit. It also looks like people are keeping the genuine items to themselves since only knock-offs are being sold online. Katsuki sighs. This is not good. I gotta be able to find or do something. Maybe the hag— “HELL NO!” He says aloud to himself rushing to his car. Am I really getting that desperate?

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“What. A. Piece. Of. Shit.” Echoes the older basically female version of Katsuki.

Katsuki (settling on one of his parents’ living room chairs as they opened the Warrenco box, sipping on tea his father just made): “That’s exactly what I said when I saw the damn things.”

“Well, we still have ones that we’ve created in the past as options.” Sighs his father coming from behind his wife.

“Yeah, good thing too. Going to the shrine in these may border on disrespecting it, if anything” Mitsuki groans, still looking over the Kimonos. “Worst. Business. Deal. Ever.”

Katsuki hadn’t seen his mother give that type of look since she found out how her son treated Izuku in their teen years. It was part of his therapy to grow from who he used to be and become a better version of himself. That facial expression was one of helpless disappointment, an acceptance without a fight of what cannot be changed. A sight he absolutely hated seeing on her as it didn’t fit the powerhouse that was and is Mitsuki Bakugo: “Tch. I’ll say, but maybe we can figure something out,” the young Bakugo offers.

“Nah, kid.” She forlornly replies, nodding her head. “Just let it be. Luckily, your father and I handled our retirement savings very well and we are set for the rest of our days.”

“Yep. No need to worry, kiddoe.” Softly interjects Masaru. He’s always been more gentle-natured than Mitsuki, but no less fierce. He’s a lot like Izuku in that regard. Quiet and kind on the outside, but smoldering with a vibrancy and passion underneath revealing itself only under certain circumstances. That very vibrancy showed in the sadness exuding from his brown eyes toward the kimonos as well. “It’s just a shame to see what Bakusan has been turned into…” The brunet man sighs. “Oh Well. Can’t change the past, now can we?”

“Sad to say, honey. Sad to say.” She puts the disasters back into the box, then takes a seat on the couch next to her husband. A brief moment of impromptu silence lies between the 3 for the dismal outcome of their familial fashion legacy.

Bringing some life back to the room, Mitsuki grabs her tea: “Well. Katsuki, great job on your rise in the hero ranking recently!”

Masaru (mirroring the same actions of his wife): Yeah, son. You and Izuku are doing fantastic!

“Thanks.” Weakly nods the young blond, still disappointed in his search from earlier that drew bare results.

Masaru: What’s up, son? Something on your mind?

“No.” Katsuki quickly responds.

“Does that long face have anything to do with Izuku’s engagement tonight?” Mitsuki plainly states.

Katsuki (jolts to attention in his seat): WHAT?! How do YOU know about that?

Mitsuki: Yo-Kun asked Inko and Yagi if he could personally come over and invite us to your New Years Hero Gala tonight so we could be there when it happens. Said Zuzu would probably appreciate the people he loves being there to witness it.

Katsuki (scoffs to hide his jealousy): Like I give a damn what SHinDo YoOo does. As long as Izuku is…happy. Right? Right.

Both parents wore a similar cloak of concern. It’s clear that they wanted Katsuki’s happiness, and that this was a touchy subject even though their son never voiced it openly. Years upon years of observing their child made them keenly aware of his subtle nuances of behavior when it came to his interactions with Izuku, and seeing him in this melancholic phase broke their hearts.

Masaru (sighs): Son, please know. We’re not trying to pry. We just know that despite both of your…pasts, you did have feelings for each other.

Mitsuki (lightly chuckles): Even when you were a tiny brat, I remember you walked up to Inko one day dragging a cherub-pink cheeked Izuku with you and asked her if you could marry him right then and there. You even promised to give him one of your favorite rings you got out of a cereal box.

Katsuki shoots a glance towards his parents and offers a blue smile at the memory. Winds of unease howled within him, knots churned his insides, making swallowing the familiar air of his childhood home unusually difficult.

Katsuki (slouching in his seat and turning his gaze toward the ceiling): I do still have feelings for him, but I fucked up. Badly. That shouldn’t come as a surprise, I guess. I know it’s too late now…probably…but I—

"Katsuki” Masaru says, noticing his son’s increasing discomfort. “Your mother and I may not know everything about the complexities of what you and Izuku have, but we do know this—an unexpressed feeling is a feeling wasted. No matter the outcome. You have the chance to tell him and at the very least…get it off your chest, son."

Katsuki swallowed the lump in his throat, grateful for their encouragement and responded with genuine sincerity. "Yeah…thanks."

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Arriving later at his high-end flat overlooking the city he served as a pro-hero, Katsuki fulfills his personal promise of laying down for a quick 15 minutes thinking over the two main events of the day that have occupied his mind. Izuku and the Girl from the mall…Kisassa was it? Close enough. She seemed familiar, but not… What did she mean by “it” happening on New Year’s Eve and that she could help? Katsuki was going to steal the nerd back before the proposal went down, so was she referencing something else? She looked too young to be involved in villainy, but to be fair so did damn Toga Himiko. Furthermore, all of his classmates were too fucking young to be involved in a whole goddamn war, so it’s possible. Still, he simply didn’t have enough information to go on because there wasn’t necessarily a threat since she didn’t specify any explicit danger, only that Katsuki shouldn’t be “too sad.” Over what? Deku getting proposed to? How would she even know that? Maybe someone leaked something on social media? Unlikely. It would be EVERYWHERE right now, if so.

The blond sighs and withdrew further into his solitude. Too much emotion for one day for a young hero who built his reputation on almost callousness and a head of pride for inevitable, indisputable wins against villains. Would I really be that sad over this shit? It’s just… marriage…between Shindo Ho and…Izuku. It’s just a…commitment…to be exclusive together…most marriages don’t even last long right? Oh…he hated this. Absolutely fucking hated this. The thought was like acid eating away at his heart. Despair coursed through his veins, poisoning his thoughts. He needed to do something, and he needed to do it quickly.

Izuku…is getting proposed to. Tonight. How did this happen? Katsuki tried his damnedest to come up with some way to win him back but all efforts were in vain. At first, grand schemes filled his mind, but the more he brainstormed, the more ridiculous his ideas seemed. At some point, he conjured up visions of himself renting a Clydesdale horse and riding to theGala with a bouquet of flowers in his arms, with mood music fit for the cheesiest romance novels and hallmark movies playing in the background for some old-time romantic chivalry. This is what I get for being so stupid all this time. I got nothing. Nothing to give the nerd. Damnit. I barely have anything to say, and I fucking suck at words. Maybe I can kiss the living shit out of him, take him home away from the party and fuck him senseless until he forgets Pan-Quake’s name and forgets the stupid proposal. It’s a terrible, shitty idea, so let’s make that Plan B just in case…

Fuck! Think, Katsuki THINK!

Of course, Plan A and/or B to Z all rode completely on if Izuku still had feelings for him.

No way. You can’t just fall out of love with someone so easily…can you? Somewhere inside of him, Deku is still in love with me, right? Waiting for me? Shit. I wouldn’t have waited on me. I should’ve just told him the damn truth all those years ago.

Katsuki laid there for a few moments longer, his mind meandering the serpentine paths of the past. They completed each other. Their relationship—even in a platonic sense—was a pandemonium of prowess and kick-assery, Deku and Dynamight, Izuku and Katsuki, the best damn heroes the world had ever seen in their UA days: The Wonder Duo.

And it’s about to be the best, damn hottest hero couple if I have any say in it—determines the blonde, huffing himself out of bed to shower and prepare for the evening. 7:58PM. The party starts at 10. I’ll have to think of this more as I get ready.

However, the more Katsuki thought about it, he couldn’t come up with anything that would convince the nerd to fall into his arms. Over the years, Katsuki let his insecurities, his drive and relentless pursuit of topping the hero charts call him away, time and again, from even building a basic friendship with Izuku. If he was a brutal, bullying, abusive asshole to the greenette as a teen, then he pulled a parkour over the 180 concept of a healthy friendship and became a neglectful, apathetic, and distant…acquaintance? In the back of his mind, he was sure that he had dug his grave already in this and it was too late, but he topped that thought with a tombstone quickly. This was mission impossible, and Katsuki fucking Bakugo was anything but a man who shied away from a challenge.

He had to win Izuku back. But how? It pained him to admit it, but he could see why someone would fall for Shindo. It was exactly what he thought on the rooftop when lied to Izuku and told him he didn’t love him. Shindo may come off as a kiss-ass, but generally he is a kind hero, has a magnetic personality and that showed through from the bastard on the day of provisional licensing exam. Yeah, he can get a little frustrated sometimes as all heroes do, but he’s passionate about protecting people, as evident of him almost dying from shielding from Muscular (trying to anyway) the shitty stragglers who refused sanctuary during the war before Izuku saved him. He's a leader by default and overall the people of Japan really like him as a hero. In comparison, Katsuki wasn't charming like Shindo or Izuku; he didn't have the composure of a man who brought heartwarming emotions of comfort and compassion on the hero field, just the rush of a win and the thrill of the fight. While he couldn’t personify the fuzziness of ease, he could bring the empowering ecstasy of victory. He and Izuku balanced out each other perfectly there.

Katsuki wiped the condensed fog of his shower off his bathroom mirror and stared into crimson, inhaling and exhaling in defeat. In the end, the only idea that stuck was the simplest, and perhaps the hardest: talking to Izuku. He would pour his heart out and let his feelings be known. It was a risky move, but he had nothing more to lose.

Hoping to strike the attention of a certain green haired man, he donned his best Bakusan suit -designed with such grandeur, it practically screamed luxury and flair as loud as the hero himself. The ensemble featured an intoxicating blend of provocative red and ominous black. The red, a resplendent vermillion, represented the passion and sheer undying determination which Katsuki held within his core. It was as vibrant as the crimson sunrise encapsulated in his irises, laced with the intense ferocity of a raging wildfire. This luxurious cerise was artistically intertwined with the all-defining, all-absorbing black like nightwar-tinted camouflage, whispering tales of the countless battles he had endured. Striking the perfect balance, the black threading pattern pulsed down like blood rushing through his veins, assertively emphasizing the well-toned muscles that lay beneath.

It sculpted his physique perfectly; complimenting the latent strength it veiled beneath. The exquisite thread piece catered to the sharp geometrics of his shoulders, tracing down his V-tapered torso. As much as it echoed a regal elegance, it ensured no hindrance to his athletic prowess either - a crucial attribute for the hero's regular responsibilities. The ensemble was completed with the crimson mantle flowing from his shoulders. A majestic cascade that rippled in the night breeze; it whispered tales of fiery courage and unwavering bravery. At its border, ebony flames licked up, the black merging with the red, representing the everlasting battle between chaos and order, feared by many but championed by one—The Dynamight: Katsuki Bakugo.

He embodied elegance, resilience, mystery, a loud proclamation of intended justice, and the intimidating whisper of lurking danger all welded into one. Katsuki wore the damn suit as one dons their purpose, promising the city a hero, as much by ambition as by action…and tonight, Katsuki was going to be a man of all action.

I’m coming for you, nerd. I won’t let anyone else have you but me.

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On the evening of December 31st 2199, nestled within the metropolis of Musutafu, glistened an edifice of grandiose architecture, the Imperial Hotel. This sanctuary of opulence and sophistication bore within its heart a marvel of a strictly elegant design—the Grand Ballroom.

On this particular night, it was set to entertain the pro-heroes of Japan—the new and the veteran. The entrance to the ballroom hinted at the mesmerizing spectacle within. High lacquered mahogany doors adorned with intricate gold embellishments displaying scenes from ancient folklore swung open into an immense hall. As guests stepped over the threshold, they were swiftly immersed in another realm—one carved out of countless tales of bravery and valor. The centerpiece was a colossal crystal chandelier, suspended right at the heart of the ballroom. It showered the room in a cascade of glittering luminescence, reflecting off the polished marble floor and spiraling up the cascading ivory drapery that adorned the walls, creating an infinite galaxy of lights. The brass of the grandfather clock in the corner shielded with concrete dragons on either side glowed under this radiant illumination, ticking in soft thuds resonating like heartbeats of the evening.

The air was thick with the scent of Imperial Lilies, their blossoms artistically arranged in ornate silver vases resting atop shimmering black granite pedestals at the corners. Their floral melodies filled the air, an olfactory orchestra, harmonizing with background notes of cedarwood and amber silk from the polished dancefloor and upholstered velvet seats, respectively. A grand stage was set at one end of the ballroom, graced by a majestic grand piano, its polished ebony and ivory keys yearning for the artistic fingers of the pianist. Twin ornamental Torii gates framed the stage, cascading soft red light over the piano, lending a mystical aura of the ancient Shinto shrines.

Above them, the grandeur of the ballroom, bathed in delicate light's warmth, echoed the guests’ courage back to them. The room was more than just architecture—it represented a sanctuary of valor, a stage set for the brave and bold, an Imperial tribute to the heroes that held Japan's spirit high. Heroes of yesterday met eyes with the heroes of tomorrow, an acknowledgment of their shared purpose—bravery, sacrifice, and nobility.

Waltzing in exactly at 11PM—fashionably late, of course, because it’s classy and not because he spent 15 minutes in his car trying to psych himself up—Katsuki took a deep breath. He was ready, even if he wasn’t. Let’s. Fucking. Go. He adjusted the collar of his suit and weaved his way through the crowd along the wall looking for a familiar grove of viridian. This was not just any night. It was THE night. One that screamed: ‘Watch out world because Katsuki Bakugou will bare his soul!' Each step he took screamed an imposed confidence.

“Bakubro! Whoa, you look great!” Calls out Kirishima who catches him mid-prowl for the green man.

“I know, Shitty Hair.” Katsuki answers with a heightened level of self-assurance he didn’t possess earlier. He felt unstoppable and even gave the red hero a shock: “you don’t look too bad yourself.”

Kirishima: Whoa! The Katsuki Bakugou giving out compliments? Is this part of a New Year’s Resolution plan or what?

Katsuki: Oh nothing. Just feeling really good about tonight.

Kirishima (ticks a single eyebrow up): Oh, oh yeah? Even with the whole…proposal-

Katsuki (cuts him off with a smirky grin): —Especially, with the proposal.

Kirishima stared at him like he grew a second head. This is a complete shift in personality from this morning: “So, uh…what’s got you in such a good mood, Kat?”

Katsuki: I’m gonna tell him.

Kirishima: Tell who what, bro?

Katsuki (rolls his eyes as if the answer is obvious): I’m gonna confess to Deku.

Kirishima: …………………

Katsuki: What?

Kirishima: Oh…s-sorry about that. I zoned out for a minute. My bad. Uh, C-Can you repeat that?

Katsuki (Sighs in frustration): I said… I’m. Going. To. Confess. To. Deku.

Kirishima (furrows his brow momentarily at the blonde before his eyes widened like he finally understood the meaning behind an ancient prophecy): Oh…OH! Wow! I get it now! Good for you, bro! Just getting it off your chest before the wed-“

Katsuki: No, I’m taking Deku from Shindo tonight.

Kirishima: …………………

Katsuki: Oi…

Kirishima: …………………

Katsuki: Shitty Hair!

“Ya know, the last time I saw Kiri look like this, we were called to a domestic dispute and was met by some butt-naked, intoxicated guy, high off his ass on hallucinogens covered in his own shit and jerking off on the front his lawn shouting at us claiming to be Jesus.”

Denki’s comment suddenly jolts the red and ash blond men out of their conversation toward the remaining bakusquad approaching them.

“Lookin’ hot, Blasty! Now, what’s this I hear about a certain Green Bean?” Mina includes, amused by the still look of shock stapled onto her partner’s face.

“Oh…” Kirishima voices, finally awake from his confused trance. He glances at Katsuki and back at their friends, coughs into his fist as if it will cover up his next sentence “Bats-KATS! K-Kats here is uh…going to try to…win back Midobro…by confessing to him… tonight.”

Katsuki: I’m not gonna try to win him back, Shitty Hair—

Sero (wipes his hand across his forehead in dramatic fashion): OH, WHEW!!! You had me in the first half, I’m not gonna li—

Katsuki: I AM gonna win him back. As soon as I find him and get him away from Pan-Quake for a minute.

Bakusquad (all wearing Kirishima’s look from earlier toward Katsuki): …………………

Katsuki: OI!

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