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vapemaster42069 · 4 months

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“Why is Cub peeling grapes?”

Impulse shrugged, toeing off his sneakers. “Shrooms, prolly.” He flopped onto his side, socked feet and cargo-short-ed legs flung over the back of the couch. “Cubby, you good?”

Cub, wonder in his eyes, looked back. He seemed not to be glancing over, but to be watching the world pass in front of him like a rat looking out a bus window, wind in its fur and streetlights in its eyes. “I’m wonderful.” He looked back to his plate, adoration plain on his face. “I love grapes.”

Impulse tossed him a thumbs up. “Good to hear, man.”

Bdubs nodded. Sometimes, Cub was better left to his own devices. “I brought the goods.”

“Did you remember the sauerkraut this time?” Skizz, who was determinedly not looking away from his Mortal Kombat game on the tv, cocked an eyebrow in a preemptive, judgemental jab.

“Get your own sauerkraut, man.” Bdubs tossed a tinfoil-wrapped hotdog to Impulse, one into the kitchen to his right where Tango was attempting to fix the leaky faucet, his legs sticking out from under the sink into the middle of the tile floor, and one vaguely towards the couch between Skizz and Impulse. “Hotdog Guy sends his regards.”

Impulse raised a brow. “Does he actually, or are you relying on your weird cute-boy-senses again?”

“It’s not a cute-boy-sense! It’s my incredible rizz!”

“Oh, my god.” Impulse groaned, to Skizz’s cackles.

Bdubs grinned, nudging Impulse’s head, which was resting on the ground, with one of his sneakers. “I could show you, if you need any tips…”

“Broooo.” Impulse threw an arm over his face, his ears reddening. “You’re the worst. And– and you!” He half-glared at Skizz, who was still idly giggling at his reaction. “I have plenty of rizz!”

“Yeah? When are we gonna get to meet your boyfriend then?” Bdubs sang, drawing out ‘boyfriend’ as long as he could before losing his composure to a chortle.

“He’s– Hey! He’s not my boyfriend!” He swatted at one of Bdubs’ calves. “He’s just a friend.”

Tango, ever with good timing, emerged from his hazard site that was the kitchen. “Oh, are we talking about Impulse’s boyfriend?”

Bdubs wrinkled his nose. “Why do you smell like fire? Aren’t you fixing the plumbing?”

Tango shrugged, attempting to push up his glasses with one elbow, hands full of assorted tool boxes. “It happens.”

“It– what happens?”

“Oh, you know. This, that.” He gestured vaguely with his head.

Bdubs blinked. “O–key. Weirdo.”

Tango bumped him with a shoulder. “I hear Cute Hotdog Boy said hello this morning… When's the wedding?”

“Well, he didn’t say hello, exactly, but I could sense it.”

“With your cute-boy-senses?”

Bdubs groaned, a traitorous smile quivering over his lips. “Fuck off with that! But I’m totally going to ask him out tomorrow.”

“You said that yesterday!” Skizz piped up, still intently focused on his game.

“Is he into you?” Impulse, still hiding his face, poked at Bdubs’ ankle.

“Oh, he’s so into me. I can tell these things.” Bdubs scratched at his neck idly, cheeks reddening.

“Oh, my god.”

“He’s gone off the deep end.” Skizz signed, mock-mournfully.

“I’m serious!”

“You’ve never talked to the guy.”

“So? He doesn’t talk much! And, I said hi this morning, and he nodded at me, and he already had my order ready.” Bdubs crossed his arms, leaning back in what Skizz would later describe as a swoon, and what Bdubs then imagined was a badass, cool-guy lean.

“I think he’s just learned your schedule, man. You’re there at the same time every day.”

“But he basically said hi today! He doesn’t usually do that…” He hummed.

“He’s lost in the sauce, bro. Or the hotdog water.”

“Lost in the ketchup, more like. ”

“He’s a hotdog dude, man.” Skizz redirected to Bdubs, “How great could he be?”

“He’s awesome, you don’t even know. Plus, what do you have against the hotdog industry, Skizz?”

“Nothing, but what’s a hotdog cutie have in common with an optometry major?”

“He’s in herbology, I saw his bag one time! It had a bunch of band patches, too, and pins– He’s so cool, his hair is dyed this crazy white and he’s into plants and nature and indie rock–”

“Homie. “

“–and he always smells so nice, too. Like … “

“Like hotdogs?” Tango supplied.

“Yeah…” Bdubs sighed dreamily.

“Dude. Bro. Man. Have you ever asked him about this stuff?”

“No, but–”

“And he’s never said hi to you?

“Well, no, but–”

“Homie, I think you’ve just developed a pavlovian response to this guy.”

“Have not!”

“Bro. You always see him when you’re hungry, right?”

“Well, yeah.”

“And he gives you food?”

“Yeah. It’s his job!”

“It’s also his job to make you feel good, man.”

“Is not! You’ll see, I’m asking him out tomorrow.”

“Yeah, okay, buddy." Skizz smiled softly, looking away from his game. "You do that."

“I will!” Bdubs looked down at his half-wrapped hotdog. “I will.”

#my writing #in my docs this is titled “freaks”#ethubs #if it's not clear Cute Hotdog Boy is etho #pt 2 is sitting in my drafts but i haven't decided if i like it or not lmao

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simblrnova · 1 year

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Not to say much, but like I'm seeing the whole "Pay creators are alr making cc for infants and using pack content as a base" and "Its just 5 minute edits" thing popping up on every few blogs I trawl through looking for CC...

First of all, y'all need to evict these creators from your head. Some of y'all be giving them penthouses up in your head for free. Reality is ain't none of these people paying your bills, got a key to your door, putting food in your mouth or clothes on your back for you to be out here giving them THAT much space in your mind. Give those creators their 30 days notice and then evict their asses from your mind cause it ain't doing you anything. Y'all spending all your time thinking about them and they prolly have no idea who you even are, nor are they giving you ANY time or space in they heads. Y'all keep feeding them attention and giving away free promotion for them cause y'all can't not stop bringing them up every time they blink or you out here subtweeting them or you out here constantly trashing them. Stop that. Keep that energy out of your 2023 and let them flop without the attention you're paying them. the only way they're gonna stop is if no one is paying them any attention or giving them any promotion. So learn to pay them dust and keep it moving girlies. Second of all, What's stopping y'all from doing those same 5 minute edits, putting them out for free and undercutting them? If you're so sure they're 5 minute edits and are so easy to make and push out into packs, then... get on with it and do it. I see a lot of people talking about how "These are simple edits they wanna charge for" but very few people actually going out there and doing it. Learn the tutorials and programs and get out there undercutting them.

#rants #simblr stay classy #this drama shit i stg is always tiring to watch #cause its the same thing every damn time #yall need to quit

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furys-mercy · 1 year

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What seduction techniques are most likely to be effective when it comes to your OC? Are there some things guaranteed to get them going? Or are they immune to such things?

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Mercer tilts his head to the side. His lips tug upward in a cocky little grin. "Are ya askin' fer personal reasons?" He manages a small wink before breaking out into deep, hearty laughter. "Sorry, friend. I tried, but... I jus' can't. Ain't gonna happen, you an' me." "But, I 'spose if yer jus' askin' ta ask... well.." The Machinist flops down into a nearby chair and kicks his feet up. "This ain't as juicy as ya think it's gonna be. I ain't gonna give ya dirty details. Tha' jus' ain't happenin'. An' I ain't even really sure if I've ever been seduced, as ya say. I mean... Khala got me real fuckin' drunk tha first night we met an' tried ta sleep with me. Seems I told 'im no cause he was too drunk." Another quick laugh follows. "There jus' ain't a set'a quick an easy rules on how ta get me interested, ya know? Takes gettin' ta know someone. An' its different with every person." He peers over his glasses. "An' I know ya were prolly askin' 'bout how ta get me in bed, but there ain't a list'a quick rules fer tha' either. Each'a m'relationships is different an' I like different thin's in 'em. An' yeah... tha' does mean relationship first. Don't do one night stand shite anymore. Too old fer it and wasn't really a bid fan in tha first place, truth be told."

((Thanks for the ask! Not going to go into too much detail because that would be pretty NSFW, but Mercer doesn't really have something specific that always sets him off. It's very much based on the dynamics within each of his relationships. All three of which are very different from each other and so different interactions are to be expected. That said, I will add that Mercer is obviously attracted to very handsome often shirtless men. There. A little something. :P))

#asks #asked and answered #ask me anything #ic asks

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princess-pill-enjoyer · 2 years

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I took 100 around 5ish cause my grandma came over and I thought I seemed off cause I wasn't being as bubbly as usual. It did help some. I wanted more but it was purely for that purpose and i didn't want to risk them noticing I was high. I also talked out an ongoing problem between me and my best friend. It was really good actually. But we did touch on some shit with differences between how she treats me now and how she was before and it's got me feeling. Hurt. Ngl. Really hurt. So to avoid crying the whole night I'm going to be taking 300-400 so I have a harder time thinking on it

AFTERMATH

I ended up taking 350. Well. 350 cause I'm not counting the 100 I took earlier in the day. That was for the most part nonexistent by the time I got to taking the bulk of it. I was planning on keeping to the lowest amount possible so I started with 150 and took 100 more as I thought it was needed. Though uh. I ended up crying anyway so plan didn't work out amazingly. Just like.. I hate that while her and her girlfriend are happy and they got what they wanted I'm still longing for something I can't have you know? I'm sure she doesn't even miss the days of us talking 24/7 cause she can just fill that with her partner but me? I can't. It's never as fun with anyone else.

Uh. Well I think that should go into notes but. Whatever that's there now lol

Right now I'm feeling kinda lightheaded and loose. I feel like I'm just like. Flopping over the place. And I'm tired. Not super tired but. I could definitely stay in bed all day if I really wanted to. My heart's been a little sore these last few days too actually. It was a lot worse yesterday before I started taking more but now it's not that bad. It's like.. semi hurting now but not really. And uh I dunno how to explain it but like. I feel like it's not like it ain't even beating really. Not to say it should be pounding or anything. I know that ain't great either. But I can't feel it at alllll. I wonder if that means something

Talking is kinda hard. The wittier part of my speaking is lowkey gone for the moment. Everything is a little slower mentally so by the time I think of something it's already onto the next thing. Ig? Prolly not the best description

I am real sleepy and I feel kinda out of it. I'm sure its cause of the jump from my max doses being like 200 lately and just skipping straight to 350. That and I drunk a monster with it so.. doesn't help lmao. I'm gonna be resisting the urge for more for the time being cause this state is really annoying and I don't want to risk going back to sleeping all day and only waking up for more pills

This is a afterthought I wrote the aftermath at around 2ish and it's now 6. I'm still pretty okay with not getting high tonight as the stress of thinking about all that mess and crying had triggered some depersonalization. Well. I call it brain fog.

It's not uncommon for me tbh. Even before I got back to benadryl I did this. Ig it's just my brains way of keeping me from stressing/crying endlessly on shit that won't change. I mean... it works. I can't really think period when I'm like this. I don't know how to describe it.

It's like I'm here in person and I know how to get through all the basic shit I do in a day, but me as a person isn't there. Like. Most conversations I'll have I will pretty much parrot things I'd usually say in that situation. Though it's really hard once it goes outside of shit I've already said or heard about in the past cause thinking up specific responses is really difficult. It takes me a lot longer and requires a lot of focus. So usually I just avoid speaking where I can when I'm like this.

But that being said me being basically a shell of myself for the moment I don't think it'd be a good idea to mix a deliriant into it. I don't hallucinate when I'm on it or anything but it does make thinking harder. So it really wouldn't make any sense to mix my already barely thinking brain with pills that also make it hard to think.

It's been okay today. The brain fog has stopped me from being so upset about how things worked out and my perception of time is gone so today has been breezing by. I kinda want to take a nap tho

NOTES/EMOTIONAL SHIT

Lots of shit just happened all at once. Stepped in dog piss soon as I woke up and discovered that she also shit right next to my bed. This ofc wss after barely getting any sleep. And I also have 4 first degree burns on my lip so that's fun. This is on top of me catching my fucking shirt on fire yesterday. I already wanted to bury myself and cry

It really didn't help that we had company today. I just wanted to get high and sleep but I had to pretend like I was happy and excited. Which led me to take that first dose

Uh now it is. Semi better. I was having some issue with my bsf feeling distant lately but we talked it out and it feels like a huge weight off my shoulders. I'm glad me and her were able to get everything out without it being an argument. It's a real rarity sometimes you know? I feel like for most it has to hit the fan where talking about it is unavoidable and I guess it semi did. But I dunno like. We just casually were talking about stuff and it made me feel really happy.

But even with that being said it did come up how she treats me vs how she did. And she did bring uo that her girlfriend wasn't comfortable with how we were before and it's like. A flip switched for her. I dunno if she says it cause she know she's supposed to or if she means it but either way. It stings a lot. On one hand I'm really happy that she's so upfront and blunt about it now. It makes things a lot less confusing. It still kinda is but. Nowhere near as much. And I love that she just lays it out instead of like. Hopscotching over it like I feel like everyone else does. But seeing how different she treats me and how vocal she is about her girlfriend now being her first choice over me just. Really hurts. I dunno how to word it so she doesn't sound like an ass. Cause she's in the right entirely. And I'm glad as long as she's glad I prefer that she just makes thing black and white as possible. But it just. Really sucks that I got dropped just like that. And I'm sitting here feeling the same way I have for a... looong time now while she's completely moved on from it and calls her girlfriend her wife

It makes me feel really bitter towards her at times. Cause on one hand, its really frustrating that she had to tell her girlfriend that she'd treat her like she treated me. So she KNOWS it was good and she knows we had fun and she's just. That part of our friendship is just gone now for me. I hate it. It makes me so angry. Why couldn't I be enough you know? And why did i get the short end of the stick? Theyre both happy now and im stuck here holding back tears just reminiscing on the past. And it makes me even more frustrated that im just. On my own on that stuff. I can't talk to her about it and I really don't want anyone else in that way. The thought of replacing her is. Nonexistent.

Yeah uh. I dunno. I won't tell her any of this cause she feels guilty enough for retracting her feelings for me after I've already fell for her and shit but. It just. I wish things were different. I want her to be happy but I wish I could be happy as a result of it too. And I feel so horrible at times. There's days i get so jealous I wish that her girlfriend would just. Evaporate. I just want things to be back to how they were. I miss it so much.

There's this small hope that me showing that I won't like. Hate her for this and I continue being just as good of a friend to her as I always have, maybe if someday things don't work out she'll see me. But then it makes me wonder. Am I okay being her second choice? Is that really being the second choice anyway? But I feel bad for even thinking that. I want her to be happy and I know if things go wrong between her and her girlfriend she's gonna be crushed.

i just hate that thought things were mutual and she said it wss. Then completely flipped the script and left me here on my own. This is my very first love and it's just. Wild. That I'm navigating it on my own. And I feel stupid honestly. I've only been on one relationship in my life and I thought that was love cause I was so tore up about it for so long. Tho as i got older i saw more and more that our relationship was nothing but me being emotional support for him. But now that I'm seeing what it actually is I just. I hate it. It felt. Magical. When I thought things would work out in the way I thought it would. But as more and more time goes on I feel like I'm golfing onto something that doeent exist anymore and it makes me feel like an idiot. Why do I keep misreading things this hard? Why am i always left on my own by then end of it? And it makes me not want this sort of thing period. I couldn't imagine how badly I'd hurr off of losing someone that actually did love me in that way but loses the feelings within the relationship. I don't want to experience anything near this hurt again. It's so confusing and I feel so lost

Sigh. I swear. Whenever this whole love shit comes up I ramble so much. It's never fully satisfying. I always feel like I'm not expressing things correctly and it frustrates me so much. I just want to cry and go to sleep. And atp. I'm tired of writing about it. I just don't want to think anymore.

#dph #benadryl #dph addiction #diphenhydramine #vent #trip reports #excessively long

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rainbowcrowley · 2 years

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where could i run? where could i hide? you're breaking in on me restoring ruins of my life

#ofmdedit #ourflagmeansdeathedit #blackbonnetedit #mine #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #edward teach #stede bonnet #our flag means death #ofmd #idk how to tag this #so its prolly gonna flop #anyway #i got this fucking song stuck in my head for days now and i had to use it

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savsseerious · 3 years

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who gave the kid a nuke og god oh no wtf thats so fucked-

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fuujiiedump · 3 years

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fanfic — !

i gave up on self control i made another one. so now i was inspired by that one scene where luca wants to go home but got distracted lmfao. not related to any other fic, just one itself.

this setting was when alberto decided to visit luca instead! it was his 21st birthday and massimo gave him a train ticket to genova as a gift! muahaha! disclaimer?! uh.. boys kissing? not ur forte? u prolly shouldnt read this then.

Luca sighed into the warm skin, the air in his given room — his own room, danced around the curtains hanging to it. Giullia's mother was a kind soul, being nice enough to lend her art room for Luca, ir was perfect. A balcony right at it with a tree hanging beside it. A perfect place to go star gazing, or where he writes to Alberto. The stars simply just remind him of the other.

"Luca. I really gotta go." Alberto's voice rumbles against his ear, Luca drapes himself over the other, gently straddling the latter, while Alberto himself had his arms rested in the sides of the other males hip, Luca only hums in reply, leaving a gentle kiss in Alberto's jaw, proceeding to leave more in his lips. The said male sighs, not entirely giving up, neither indulging. He leans back to the wall, his skin touching the small paintings about butts. Giulla's mom really was nice, she even made a painting with Alberto riding a Vespa, but seriously though, what is up with her butt paintings? He didn't have the chance to finish his thought, only to feel the gentle kisses Luca was giving him.

Luca smells good, Alberto thought, he left one subtle kiss of his own, a trickle of saliva making his skin turn to its true form, his eyes lit up and he drew his tongue. He heard Luca give a groan, "'Bet no-" he always knew how to properly read Luca, knowing damn well what he really wants, so he didn't stop, only to leave more making the other giggle. "Stop- that tickles you capra!"

"I really gotta go, Luca." he kneads the skin, Luca feels so small, fragile almost. Though he'll never say that. He kisses his lovers cheek as a form of apology. Luca, pouts.

And it was the most adorable thing Alberto has ever witnessed.

"We can buy you another ticket..?" he whispers, playing at the hem of Alberto's shirt. Alberto had stayed in for more than just one day, he wasn't sure if Massimo had minded, but it would make him into a douche if he didn't come back, considering the old man probably needed help.

"I promise I'll write to you," he left Luca's hips and lets his hands trail into the othere fluffy hair. Really, how does it stay so fluffy? "I'll even send you pictures." he notes after someone from Portorosso taught him about how a camera works. "You'll send some too wont you? With a big smile?" he proves his point by taking Luca's cheeks and spread them into one big grin. Luca giggles at that, silly Alberto.

"Massimo needs me," he kisses Luca's lips.

'I need you. ' he wanted to say, but it seems childish. "You promise to come here too?" his eyes looked hopeful, almost — no, it looked just like how he first met Alberto,

hopeful.

Alberto grabs Luca and leans back to flop onto the bed, making Luca yelp and fall right on top of him. "Of course! We take turns! Right, amore? " he looks up at the ceiling, it had drawings of what seemed like stars, one had a small picture with Alberto and Luca riding a Vespa together. He chould feel Luca's breathing thru his chest, Alberto gently wrapped an arm on his frame. "Hey,"

"Ciao, "

"What do you say we both ride the Vespa together?Soon?"

Luca rose up immediately with wide eyes, "Really?!"

"Yeah.. I think I saved enough, what d'ya think-"

Luca smashed their lips together and sealed that deal with a kiss.

i love them sm pls- ok im probably gonna make mORE fics abt these two bc their so cute and they just make my heart uwu. m prolly gonna make a fic abt these two having a vespa date

thank u sm for those who liked the previous fic i made! enough confidence to make me do this! have a love day/night stranger! 🍰

#luca movie #luca x alberto #pixar luca #luca 2021 #luberto #luca fanfiction #fanfiction #boys kissing #pining #cute #fluff fic

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palbabor-writes · 3 years

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Unknown.

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x puppy!girl OC

For: @kazooli

Warnings: sex pollen, tw.dubcon, tw.unbalanced relationship, tw.blood/gore, unrequited feelings, puppy!reader, established OC, NSFW/18+only

Word Count: 3681

Notes: the is part of the Evil Exchange! i had a lot of fun with this concept & am so glad i got to take part! this fic does have an established OC & while she is not named, she does have physical descriptions that are not neutral.

[ 2:15 am, Monday morning ]

He shouldn’t have taken you along. You don’t belong here.

Your quirk isn’t equipped to deal with something like this [ or is it perfect? since all of your senses are acutely attuned to him, your lips open, tongue heavy between your teeth, drool pooling under your jaw and down your neck, your eyes gleaming with an unnatural sheen as you try to hump against his leg like a bitch in heat ] and you have little in the way of melee attacks, or a true defense. No, all you have is your pretty blonde hair, floppy ears that prick each time you hear him, and that incessantly wagging tail that sticks out from your pert little ass, like a goddamn antenna. You’re absolutely too pure for this, too fucking saccharine, and too damn nice to be here.

Fuck. This was a mistake.

[ 72 hours before the mission ]

“It’s in that old warehouse, the one by the docks.”

“Which one? The images that we have show multiple buildings.”

“The fuck do I know? You only wanted me to ask around about the place. If you wanted me to do the damn job for you, you should have said.”

Shigaraki narrows his eyes at Dabi’s hunched back, doing his best to remind himself that they’re already low on funds, on members, and they can’t afford to lose anything else. Not now, when they’re literally scraping along the bottom of the barrel, yanking out whatever dregs they can find and trying desperately to make them stick.

“Did they give you a time?”

“For the exchange? Yeah, said they’re gonna be down there around 1am.”

“And the date?”

“Date?” Dabi questions, whipping his dark head back to Shigaraki’s impassive face, arching one dark brow.

“Yeah,” Shigaraki intones, a half concealed snarl lifting his cracked lips. “The date for when this is all going to take place. We can’t send someone down there every night, hoping it’s the correct time. They’ll be noticed.”

“Said they wanted it to be this Monday, something about shelf life. Apparently this shit is better when it’s fresh. Sells quicker, is more effective.”

“How much did they agree to hand over?”

“Fucking–look man, I didn’t grab a cup of coffee with them, or ask if they wanted to go get some lunch. I told them our terms, they agreed and gave me the location, ‘date’ and time. What did you want me to do? Paint their nails? Suck em’ off? If you’re wanting to get into the drug trade, maybe ask a few more questions yourself. Not leave them to middlemen. You act like you wanna be a leader, so fucking act like–”

A quiet knocking breaks Dabi’s tirade and both men turn toward the closed door.

“What?” Shigaraki snaps, raising a hand to his neck, scritching his long nails against the scars that he finds. It’s a shitty habit, and he knows it gives his agitation away, but he doesn’t care. The sooner Dabi loses his temper and fucks back off to the streets, the better.

The door creaks open and your golden head pops around the corner, hair falling into the empty air as your dog like ears waggle, listening, testing the safety of the room. Your eyes shift from Dabi’s bristled form to Shigaraki and the moment they alight on his stony expression, you smile.

“M-mister Tomura, um, the others… well, we were talking and heard Dabi shouting… uh, they… I mean… I was wondering if you’ve assigned anyone to the new mission? The one you mentioned the other day?”

Dabi snorts and you toss his lanky frame a glare, ears flattening along the side of your head. “Yeah, I bet you wanna know who’s going with Mister Tomura. Got news for you girly, it’s prolly not gonna be you.”

Your quivering pink lips are about to form a retort when Shigaraki’s voice croaks out. “Enough. Tell the others we’ll discuss this later. Dabi, don’t you have some recruits that you’re supposed to show me?”

The flame user waves a lackadaisical hand and stands, inky head cocked toward your pouting face, letting his sharp gaze linger against your angry expression. “Soon boss. Told you already, quality takes time. Not that you know that, since all you seem to attract is freaks, like this one.”

[ 21 hours before the mission ]

“You’re really taking her?” Toga asks, twirling a small knife between her splayed fingers. “I mean, isn’t she kinda lacking in… experience?”

“She’s the only one who can smell out any fakes. I don’t trust these guys. They might try to offload a lower grade product to us.” Shigaraki explains, tucking the battered case of quirk destroying bullets back into his jacket pocket. In the last 24 hours things have gone from bad to worse, what with the news that Twice couldn’t replicate the serum, and the potential, permanent loss of Kurogiri. He’s not about to add double crossed by some two bit drug dealers to that list.

“You want me to give her some weapons? A knife or something? I’ve got plenty of extra. Can’t ever have too many and besides, I like her. And I know she’ll bring them back, safe and sound. She’s such an obedient girl.”

Obedient.

That’s an apt word for you. Maybe it’s an after effect of your quirk, or the puppy-like way you act around him [ with that permanently blissed out smile and thumping tail of yours ] but your swift, unquestioning compliance always makes him think of an over eager pet.

“She’s malleable, and that’s what I need on this mission.”

“Ah! You saying I wouldn’t be?”

“Tch. You wouldn’t even try.”

[ 7 hours before the mission ]

He’s taking you.

It hadn’t been some kind of dream, he’d really shown up in your doorway, with his red eyes glowing in the low light, his sharp jaw tensed, and told you that you’d be accompanying him. Just you and him, together, alone, on a mission where he’d need to rely on you. Could trust you, would talk with you.

As soon as he left, you’d flopped back against the ratty mattress that sat in the middle of your room, trembling fingers already shoving the elastic lining of your shorts down, letting you thumb a quick circle over your throbbing, distended clit. In seconds you’re leaking all over your hand, mind whirring, picturing how he’ll look as he walks beside you, listening for the bite of his voice, imagining him telling you what a good girl you are. He’ll be so pleased, so happy with you. Oh, the things he’ll say to you.

Look at you, you did so well.

Thank you. Thank you for coming on this with me.

I can’t wait to take you [ bend you over and ] with me again.

I can’t wait to [ fuck your little pussy until you’re screaming for me ] get you home safely.

You did such a good job.

I wouldn’t have [ until you’re cumming all over my cock ] been able to do it without you.

You’d make the perfect apprentice, you know?

You really [ such a greedy little bitch ] would.

You’re perfect [ look at how you’re taking me. i’m gonna fuck you stupid, you dirty slut ] and I’m happy that you’re here with me.

That I found you.

Your release builds swiftly. Making your feathery tail ripple over the tattered sheets and your ears tremble in the chilly air. You feel you’re catching alight. It’s too much, and you hate that you’re not taking your time, but you can’t hear his voice as well now.

The memory of it is fading as Mister Tomura pads away from you, down the long hallway that leads to his room.

You remind yourself to listen more, as your fingers pinch and twist at your shuddering clit, to memorize every detail of him. You want to see him every time you close your eyelids and be able to picture him again each morning. To wash yourself in that hazy vermillion of his eyes and the timbre of his voice.

It’s too soon, but your toes are already curling, your back is arching, welcoming the rush of wetness that slips between your shaking thighs. You feel lightheaded, but your dulled senses does nothing to mask the giddiness that keeps bubbling its way out of your chest.

Tomorrow. Mister Tomura is taking you with him tomorrow.

[ Mission begins: 1 am, Monday morning ]

“Um, Mister Tomura… do you want me to go in first? That way you can–”

“No, they know I’m coming.”

“Oooh! So there’s no need for surprise!”

“Correct.”

The dark buildings along the wharf are slowly peeking into view and Shigaraki peers over at your grinning face, his red eyes watchful under the dark hood of his jacket. You look happy, a little too happy. You’re the best choice for this mission, but he can’t shake that uneasy feeling that keeps nagging at the back of his mind.

Eager is one thing, but you’re practically vibrating with excitement. That tail of yours won’t stop lashing back and forth and each time he sees your ears twitch and your head snap up to his, he’s reminded that you’ll need to be looked after on this. Unlike the others, you don’t have an affinity for combat or a quirk that gives you any kind of advantage in a fight. Nevertheless, you’re a member of the league and that connection affords you certain privileges.

Unless he has no other option, he won’t abandon you.

As the two of you step toward the fifth warehouse, you lean closer to him, your shoulder brushing against his obsidian jacket, a quiet huff of air falling from your parted lips. “This is it,” you tell him, mismatched eyes blinking up at his impassive expression.

When he says good, you almost snatch at his arm, and you try to hold back your panting breaths, to not let them slip out, but you know he can see, he can tell. He always can. You feel his sharp gaze passing over you, and sense his blistering annoyance when you subconsciously lean into him a little harder, rubbing your clothed shoulder against his.

“You ready Mister Tomura?” The question leaves you on a whisper and you bite your lower lip into your mouth, wanting him to say yes, wanting him to tell you what a good job you’ve done, finding the location like this. That he’s ready for anything as long as you’re by his side.

“Step back,” he murmurs, lifting three fingers to the door as he shoves it open, the metal wheels screeching into the static quiet of the night.

[ 1:45 am, Monday morning ]

“What’s wrong with her?” Shigaraki demands, releasing the throat of the leader of this de facto gang, sending him crashing across the grimy floor of the warehouse.

“I– koff, koff, I d-don’t… fucking know! She just… shit… sniffed the stuff and started shaking.”

“What’s in it? I’ll give you five seconds.” There’s no time for this and if you’re having some kind of reaction to the drugs, he’s honestly not sure what he’s going to do with you. A villain hospital is out of the question and sensei’s doctor can’t be located. Shit.

“It’s… it’s got some kinda quirk enhancing property… I don’t think that–”

“Five,” Shigaraki begins, stepping over the gristled remains of the others, his red shoes bright against the pools of darkening blood.

“What!? You can’t be serious! Look, man, I’m not the one who manufactured them! I–”

“Four.”

“Oh my God, oh m-my…. look, he said something about increasing the instincts. Making the user less–”

“Three.”

“Libido! It increases libido! I think… no! No! Please! Don’t you–Keep the fuck away from me, you freak! Don’t–I’m trying to tell you! Come on! Please! I don’t–”

Shigaraki lets the man struggle, watching his fruitless scramble across the floor; hands flapping against the gritty concrete with loud smacks, and feet slipping. He looks like a fish on a line.

“None of those things let me know what’s in the drug,” he informs his prey, blood slicked shoes stepping down, trapping the man under his heel, halting his frantic motions.

“That’s not… not… Y-you said you’d give me until five?”

“Did I?” Shigaraki asks, a wide grin cracking over his face, one hand lowering, fingers splayed, reaching. “Looks like I lied.”

The man’s shrieks quickly turn into deep throated garbles as the decay of Shigaraki’s quirk races up his body, reducing him to a mass of shattered bones, hollowed teeth and gushing ichor. Pity, Shigaraki thinks, wiping his bloodied hand against his dark pants and twisting back to your trembling form.

You’re whimpering, your voice catching as you try to gulp down a few breaths and your tail is flat, its usual golden hanging lusterless in the darkness. When he steps closer, your head lifts and he can see the hopeful prick of your floppy ears. Your cheeks and the line of your neck are flushed, creating a burst of dusty pink that blends perfectly with your flaxen hair. You look like a doll, tiny and shivering in the cold, your puppy-like features wilted under the weight of the drug that’s coursing through your bloodstream.

“M-Mister T-T-T-omura,” you whine, one hand lifting, straining for him. “I-I feel… I feel… hot. It… it’s too warm. I think I’m… I don’t know if… if I–”

“Can you walk?” He cuts right to the chase, not liking that shimmering line of desperation that’s laced within your words. You look like you’re about to fall to pieces, but he needs more information. He can’t help you, he reasons, pushing down that inner voice that’s screaming for him to step away from your curled body, if he doesn’t know what’s wrong.

“D-dunno…” you stammer, licking your pastel tongue across your lips, making them slick, pouting them forward. “I don’t… I don’t feel so good.”

“I know,” he reminds you, kneeling in front of you, placing himself within your reach.

In hindsight, it was a stupid move. He knows better. It could have been avoided. He should have paid more attention, not underestimated your tenacity, your want.

Your fingers are under his shirt before he can blink, and before he can breathe, you’re coiling your way into his lap, forcing him to fall to the ground, pressing against him until he’s sure there’s nothing else of you he can hold. “M-Mister… please… p-please! Mister Tomura! Make it go away!”

He tries to shove you off, carefully lifting fingers away, pushing at you with eight digits, hoping you’ll stop squirming. But it doesn’t work and the wet lap of your tongue catches him utterly by surprise. He stiffens under you, his arms falling to his sides, neck rigid, vermillion eyes wide, but you don’t care.

Mister Tomura smells so nice this close.

It’s a musty scent, sticky and clammy, but oh, there’s something else under there. Something that makes you think of slickening skin, the rub of your fingers, and the tacky drip that sometimes falls from between your legs. It’s too much; it’s making you feel woozy and your hands shake as they reach for his face, but you want more. You need more.

“Is this ok? I-Is this alright Mister Tomura? Can I pet you? Please?”

There’s no reply. So you continue, lacing your hands into his pearlescent hair and lowering his lips to yours. He feels rough against your soft lips, so you dip your tongue out to loosen him up, poking until he gives you a halfhearted press, the hot exhale of his nose passing over your pink tinted cheek. “That’s right Mister,” you repeat, encouraging him to let you taste more, rutting your hips against the stiffened plane of his upper thigh. “Let me take care of you, Mister Tomura. Can I be your good girl? Hmm?”

When your fingers pad over his crotch, he groans and his back arches. You pull away, awed by his reaction, hoping he’ll be looking at you, imagining how pretty his eyes will look when they’re lit up with the want of you. But his head is turned and his jaw is set in a foreboding clench. “Mist–Mister Tomura?” you blurt out, hands grabbing at the sides of his face, forcing him back to you.

The dark look he fixes you with makes your heart pound and you can tell your tail is wagging furiously behind you. You like it when he looks at you like that. He likely thinks it’s cold, uncaring, but you know. You know the truth, that he wants you.

Everything inside of you is clattering, rattling at you, screaming out that he wants this.

“I see,” you begin, your hips picking up their pace, hoping he’ll let you slip your rapidly dampening pants off. “You want me too, right? You want me to help you with that.” Here you pause, lowering one hand to trace up the curve of his clothed cock, cupping at it until he’s gritting his teeth, showing you a bright line of white. “I can do that, Mister. I’ll do anything for you, anything. Just let me be your good girl, ‘kay?”

[ 2:24 am, Monday morning ]

He’s pushed you back, but not too far. Not far enough that your delicate toes can’t reach him.

It hadn’t taken much to work his black jeans open, just a quick flick of your wrist and a sharp tug and then there he was, his tip red, beads of pre-cum frothing against his slit, weeping downward. Delicious, is all that you could think, and your lips were around him before he could stutter forward. He makes the cutest sounds when he’s shoving past the ring of your mouth, but it’s gotta hurt his hands when he’s clawing them along the ground like that.

He should relax.

Once you’d worked him over, hungrily slathering over his dripping cock head, and greedily felt him pulse against the flat of your tongue, you’d shifted off of him. He gasped when you let go, and you thoroughly enjoyed the pop that all that wetness made in the still air.

When you slid your pants over the curve of your hips he’d stood, but maybe this drug had given you some kinda super strength besides that fire that was thrumming in your veins, because after you’d trapped him between your spread knees, he hadn’t struggled since.

Maybe he’ll like this? Or this?

It’s really just a guessing game now, and even though Mister Tomura isn’t the most enthusiastic player, he is a reactive one.

The mess of your saliva quickly lubricated the arch of your foot and his copious pre-cum and you run it up and down his straining length, pressing the other forward when you hear him grunting, his hips bucking upwards, helping you.

“You like this Mister Tomura?”

You’re still waiting on your good girl and you hope you’ll do something that ekes it from his clamped lips. But you can wait, after all Mister Tomura likes when you work hard, when you do your best for him.

He lets out a yelp when you speed up and you laugh, so happy that he’s happy.

[ 2:56 am, Monday morning ]

“Mister! Mister Tomura, please! It… ah… it hurts again. C-can you p-put it… mmm… in… inside me?”

It’s the third time you’ve asked him that question, but he’s not listening to you anymore. Instead, he’s shoving you down, lifting the round globes of your red smacked ass and tracing the heavy tip of his cock over your leaking slit. He presses forward and back, slicking himself with your milky release, tacking your arousal all over him. At some point, something broke within him and you’re still exalting in the heady feel of him over you.

“M-Mister Tomu–”

“Shut up. If you call me that one more time, I’ll stop right now. Just leave you here, naked, all alone and unprotected,” Shigaraki threatens, reaching around for your swollen clit and giving it a sharp pinch. You quake under his hands and he watches as your puppy ears fall and your tail brushes against his sweat slicked chest. “Imagine what would happen if someone came along and saw you like this? Saw you panting and humping the floor. You look like a fucking dog. Like some loose bitch who can’t think of anything other than the feel of someone’s dick. You want this? Huh?”

He grabs at your golden hair and pulls you upwards, forcing your spine into a u shape, watching as your tongue flops out of your mouth, as your drool falls down your chest. The tiny buds of your breasts do little to catch the saliva, so most fall on your trembling hands and you let out a piteous whine, hoping he’ll show you some mercy. Hoping he’ll fuck you until you can’t think.

“Answer me.” His voice is iron and you shudder, ass wiggling as you gasp out his name and a chorus of yeses. When his tip aligns with your entrance, it sends a jolt of electricity across your heated skin.

“Want me to call you a good girl?” he asks, pushing until his bulbous head is just tucked inside that first ring of pink muscle, grunting as you try to take him deeper, your cunt ravenously clamping around him.

“Y-yes! C-C-Call m-me that! T-Tell meee!”

“Then promise me you’ll never touch me again. Promise me you’ll never come near me. Tell me I’ll never have to look at that simpering face of yours and I’ll tell you what you want to hear.”

“B-But Mister… I mean… but… T-Tomu-Tomura. I-I can’t do that. I l-love you!”

“That’s too bad,” Shigaraki hums, jerking his hips forward, feeding you another tantalizing inch of his cock, watching as your viscid arousal gushes outward, coating the flesh of your inner thighs and staining his curled thatch of pubic hair.

“Because I don’t love you.”

#evil exchange #tw: blood #tw: gore #tw: dubcon #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: unrequited feelings #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x oc #puppygirl #sex pollen #bnha smut #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #kazooli

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barbiegirldream · 3 years

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comparing cc's is so weirdly reminiscent of my kpop phase where people would just pull up with numbers and call other people's faves flops and wish they'd disband.

what i find so funny though is that here dream's technically the big guy with 26 million subs; its the equivalent of saying bts is gonna fall off soon. he's literally the face of minecraft wdym.

building on being the face of minecraft though, he also consequentially tanks all the hate of the outside community. suddenly every single thing a mcyt adjacent cc or fan has done wrong gets led back to "ugh dream stans again".

(there is so much more i'd wanna add but tbh it'd prolly end up wayyy too long and not even remotely relevant lol)

hey feel free to go off. All this is so true. It's like the meme of the soldier taking all the fire for every MCYT is painfully true for Dream. Antis get called Dream Stans. Any thing that touches on Minecraft sometimes even just gaming in general gets pushed onto Dream. It's not fair to him.

#discourse

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gay-salt-amber · 3 years

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Where the hell is Kenma?!

Yuri on Ice x Haikyuu crossover

Just so you know, all the figure skaters kids are close with the other skaters so they consider ever skater they're close with family so the whole uncle aunt thing is just a friend thing

warnings: Gay, swearing, etc

Ships: leoji, yakulev, minotayuri

Пока= bye

All Russian is google translated

For the parents the kids will just be calling them by their names unless one parents is without the others then they will be called dad so it doesn't get confusing

Kenma pov

It was 10 alcock at night and I was up playing my video games as usual with Hinata, Lev and some other friends. We were playing a game that was a collaboration between Nerf and Xbox, it was quite good. Not my favorite shooter of all time but it was alright. When the match was over and the 20 second map and round type selection started, my phone rang. I was on a discord call with my friends so they saw the phone going up to my ear. Right when I was about to answer Lev spoke up,

"Who is it?" He asked

"Georgi."

"Popovich?"

"Yeah."

"Who's this Georgi?" Hinata seemed confused but curious.

"Just a family friend of ours." I answered, I don't wanna go into me and Lev being legally related right now.

"Oh, cool!"

I looked down at my phone and unlocked it to see the messages, "I might need to not play this round for a bit I need to respond to these texts." I said

The rest of them agreed and I went back to the messages.

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Georgi: I was just wanting to remind you that the plane leaves at 7, so get some sleep kid.

Kenma: Thanks uncle Georgi, I'll try.

Georgi: Do you want us to bring the Russian team bus to pick you up from your house?

Kenma: Sure when are yall getting here?

Georgi: 6 prolly, depends on how long Lila and Yakov wanna take. Old asses -w-

Kenma: pfft xD

Kenma: Anyway, I need to get back to my friends see you later.

Georgi: K, get some sleep, my favorite nephew ☆⌒(*＾-゜)v

----

I unmuted my mic on the call and spoke after like 5 minutes

"Back, hows the round going?"

I didn't hear my dear Shoyo but instead Lev, "Good, Hinata got tired though and had to leave."

When I was about to say I needed to leave to, Lev spoke again,

"Oh yeah! You should get going, you don't wanna miss the flight!"

Once I exited the game I turned back to my monitor that had discord and moved it back to my main monitor, "I was about to say that."

"Пока" I said, my Russian feeling a little rusty.

"Пока Kenma!"

Pressing the 'end call' button made me sigh with relief, standing up, I walked over to my closet and grabbed some clothes for a shower before bed. I grabbed some long, loose black pants and a old Russian figure skating team shirt that one of my dads got me. While I was walking to the bathroom I was looking through some notes for class and deleted stuff I didn't need since I was going to be in an entire different country for a while.

I got out of the shower, dried my hair and put on my clothes. Once I got to the door, I looked into the mirror and I had an idea, 'Should I put my hair in braids so it'll look wavy tomorrow? Yeah that'll look nice!' I reached over and grabbed two small clear hair ties and put my hair into two braids.

I finally opened the bathroom door and walked back to my room to call it a night and sleep. Once I reached my room I noticed something, "You mother fucker.." I didn't pack my bags for the fucking trip. I whipped out my phone and thought of who I could message, we were gonna be in a bunch of places for skating and I wanted to check for how long, but guess what?! I don't know whos awake!

Right when I was about to wing it, I remembered its like 9 in the morning for Leo de la Iglesia, who is an American skater which I consider family. I guessed he would be up since he and Guang-Hong Ji, his boyfriend typically wake up at 7 to eat breakfast and go on a run together, virtually since they live in different countries but I guess they try. It took a while to find this name in my contacts since my phone doesn't really sort through who I texted recently but instead it sorts alphabetically the only time I would see his name at the top is if I had an unread message from him, which I don't. I kept scrolling reading off the letters as I went. H,I,J,K....

I finally got to L and found his name since I only have like 3 people whos name start with L in my contacts, I opened it and cringed at the date of the last sent message, 'June 1st' which was a happy pride month message. My fingers tapped on the message bar and I started typing quickly.

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Kenma: Hey uncle Leo ヾ(•ω•`)o

Kenma: Ik this is a weird time to text since I should be sleeping but, you're the only one awake.

Leo: Ey Kozume! 💅 What do you need?

Kenma: I was wanting to know how long the competitions are gonna be , I forgot to pack soo...

Leo: Ah! Well you're going to be on the trip for a week and Georgi's gonna take you back to Japan the Monday afterwards

Kenma: I- Isn't it longer then that? (⊙_⊙)？

Leo: Yes but we know that Neko-

Kenma: Nekoma?

Leo: How ever the fuck you spell your schools name 😑

Leo: Anyway, we know you have a game against Karasuno the next day and we know you would wanna play in that sooo...

Kenma: Cool, thanks.

Leo: Np, see you in America (｡･∀･)ﾉﾞ

----

Once I was done snickering to myself at Leo and I's conversation, I walked over to my clothes drawers and got out the clothes I wanted, one formal outfit, some pj's and some casual stuff. I put that stuff in one suitcase and put my miscellaneous stuff in a smaller drawstring bag that had a bunch of video game pins on it. I walked downstairs to put my stuff by the door and when I got there I saw someone come in, it were my dads, Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin and Minami Kenjiro.

I walked up and hugged all 3 of them, "Hey kiddo."

Since I decided to say screw sleep and talk to my parents which is something I didn't get to do much at this time of the year often since they have practice all the time. So we sat on the couch and had dinner while watching tv as a family and talked about their practice

Yuri chirped up while eating some rice, "Mila was being a bitch."

"Oh? What happened?" I asked

"So you know her kid Tendō?"

Minami put his chopsticks down and joined in the conversation, "He's that kid that goes to Shiratorizawa Academy right?"

"So, he's gonna be joining the Russian team since the he doesn't like the Italian team."

"Yet his uncle and other mom is on that team." Otabek pointed out

"Yeah."

"I don't get how she was being a bitch?" I said, trying to get the conversation back to the main point,

"Her ass was bragging about all practice, like shit I couldn't get 2 fucking works out without her interrupting."

We all laughed, and went back to eating.

After we were finished we all were doing the dishes, "Go upstairs and get some sleep kiddo, I'll do the rest of the dishes. Yuri, go get some rest too." Minami said

"Are you not going to America, Beka?" Yuri asked.

The black haired boy shrugged, "No, for some reason my couch decided I'm not going, I don't know why."

Minami was another one of my dads who was staying home, ever since they adopted me when I was 4 he always declined going to any skating competitions that weren't in Japan so that if I ever had an emergency someone would always be there. This meant that only me and Yuri, my blonde, sassy, Russian dad were going to America for the 3 back to back skating events that were happening there.

"I wonder why Lev's not going.."

"Your school doesn't want you both out when a game is so close." Otabek was right I still thought it was stupid since he was looking forward to this event, he's always wanted to go to America after all. But as compromise I promised to send him a lot of photos.

Minami who was still washing the dishes started shoving us out of the kitchen, "Yeah yeah, cut the chat get your butts upstairs and I don't wanna see you two down here until morning!" He said, waving a wooden spoon in the air as we walked up the stairs, laughing.

We reached the upstairs, both of my dads gave me a kiss on the forehead and wished me a good night. I walked into my room and instantly my tiredness from earlier came back to wack me in the face with 5 times the strength of before. I walked over to my bed and just.. flopped.

--In the morning--

My alarm for 5:30 went off and I got up, still tired but meh, nothing a bit of coffee wont fix. I walked over to my closet and got out a hoodie Shoyo gave me, it was a Karasuno hoodie with Shoyo's name and volleyball number, 10 on the back. I inhaled the scent of my lover. I'm gonna miss him but I still can call him. I grabbed a thin t-shirt to wear underneath and some soft black pants with red on the side, after I grabbed my clothes I walked to the bathroom and got changed. After that I took my braids out, my hair looked great!

When I left the bathroom right when I put my foot on the first step to head downstairs the scent of waffles hit my nose, I started to go quicker down the stairs since I fucking love waffles and I am starving! Once I got there Minami greeted me.

"Hey kiddo, did you sleep good?"

"Yeah." I nodded

"Are your other dads not up yet?"

"Nah." I shook my head getting out a plate.

"Before you eat imma wake them up."

I rubbed my forehead before sighing, "Oh god what are you planning, pops?"

"Nothing, let me just..." After finicking with his phone I heard a blast of noise from my parents room and the line I knew too well of "WELCOME TO THE MADNESS" blasted through the door. After like 2 seconds they were up and downstairs.

"You get creative when it comes to waking us up." Otabek yawned while Yuri wiped his eyes.

"I know, glad you're finally catching on~" Minami said, getting sassy, which he normally was this early in the morning.

"What'd you make for breakfast?" I asked.

"Apple waffles!"

I ran to the counter happily, grabbing like 3 fucking waffles.. What can I say? I love apple things!

"Goddamn! Leave some for us!" Yuri teased

"Nah~" I joked back.

When we had just finished our food, we were setting our dishes into the sink and just chatting, we heard a knock on the door. I turned to the clock, '6:00' almost on the dot. "Man when they say they'll be here at 6, they aren't kidding." Otabek said, looking at the bus through the window.

I snickered and got my shoes on, me and Yuri grabbed our suitcases and after my adopted dad kissed my other dads, we were out the door and on the bus. I stopped to talk to Mila whom was driving while Yuri went to go sit in the back by himself.

I tapped the red head on the shoulder, "Hey Mila can we make a stop before we go to the airport?"

She grinned "Yeah, of course, the flight was delayed a half hour anyway for whatever fucking reason."

"Ok, can we stop at Karasuno I uh.. Wanna see someone before we leave.."

Mila let out a quiet gasp before whispering, "Is this the boy you've been talking about?"

I nodded and Mila laughed, "Sure, I don't see why not!"

I gave a light smile and went to go sit down.

--When they stopped at Karasuno, Hinata pov--

"We aren't doing anything special today, hell do what you want if you wanna sit and chat do that, I am giving you a free day before we practice for our match against Nekoma." Couch Ukai explained

We all nodded with a 'yes couch' coming out of all us.

Me and Yamaguchi stayed chatting when our long haired ace, Asahi came in, "Sorry I'm late but there's a bus outside that says, 'Russian Figure Skating Team' outside for whatever reason."

"I wonder why..." I brushed it off though and continued talking to Yams

We kept talking before I heard a familiar voice, "Shoyo? Are you here?"

"Kenma!" I exclaimed before I jumped up and ran to give him a hug which almost knocked him over in the process.

"Hi Shoyo, its good to see you."

"What are you doing here?" I asked, releasing the hug and just holding his hands and I spoke again

"I mean there's a weird bus that says Russian Figure Skating Team or something outside but why are you here?"

"That's my ride." Kenma answered plainly.

"That's your- WHAT!" I was surprised and the others came over

Kenma laughed, "That's why I came here, I wanted to let you know I'm going to be gone for a week."

"Why? Did something happen?" Suga asked from the back

"No, no! I'm going to skate in America, I'll be back for our game though." His answer made me more curious

Noya's voice rang from the right, "When are you leaving?"

"Around 7:30, our plane got delayed but I get to talk with you more, right Shoyo?"

I was about to sit down when the door swung open and there stood someone who looked a bit like Kenma, but different colored eyes and plain blonde hair

"I'm hanging out in here with you kid."

"Yakov being annoying?"

"да ебать его задницу!"

"Who are you sir?" Asked Asahi who was putting away the few volleyballs that were used since most of the team was chatting, it was a free day after all

"This is Yuri Plisetsky, my dad." Kenma explained

"Cool."

I tilted my head, wondering what he said, I knew it was Russian just based on context but I didn't know what, "What was that you were saying?"

"He said, "yeah fuck his ass" My blonde boyfriend translated

"Ooh."

"Well before we go might as well do this," Kenma sighed as he held my hand tighter,

"Dad, this is my boyfriend, Shoyo." Kenma looked nervous.

"As long as he treats you well, then I don't care."

"W-wait that's it?!" Kenma seemed surprised

Yuri clutched his chest in laughter, "I-I'm sorry! Just.."

"Are you forgetting who I am?"

"What?"

"Kiddo, I am a trans gay man who has been married with 2 other men in a poly relationship for 2 years now, what'd you want me to say?"

Hinata looked surprised but also relived, "Really? That's so cool!"

Yuri looked at me and rolled his eyes and messaged the bridge of his nose, "Really? You went for the fanboy?"

"Dad, you're married to one."

"Meh, true."

We were talking for a while longer with me just being lovey as usual when someone else walked through the door and yelled "ITS JJ STYLE!" Which Yuri's dad looked pissed about

"I'll get him out give me a second."

"убирайся отсюда, канадский ебать!" Yuri yelled as he proceeded to shove the man I'm guessing named JJ out

"What'd he say?" I asked

"Get out of here you Canadian fuck."

"Oooh."

With that a new people entered, "Kozume!" A voice called,

"Hi Gramps."

"Whos this?" I questioned with my hand still on Kenma's

"That's my grandpa, Victor Katsuki-Nikiforov."

"That's so cool!"

Kenma blushed and just nodded,

"Does my grandson have a boyfriend~"

"Yep, this is Shoyo."

"So he's the one I keep hearing Chris say you brag about?"

"Mhm."

"We-"

Before Victor could continue I heard a slam

"Двигай своей задницей, черт возьми, свинья!" (Move your ass fucking pig!) And in came Yuri kicking another black haired boy in through the door.

"Yurio be nice you your mother!"

"HES NOT MY MOTHER! AND STOP CALLING ME YURIO!" He yelled back

Victor sighed, "Well we have 2 Yuri's here its confusing!"

The grey haired mans tone quickly changed, "Anyway~"

He helped Yuuri up and waltzed on back over to us, "Our grandson has a boyfriend!!!!"

"Awh that's great!"

"Aaand Shoyo, meet my other grandpa, Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov"

"It's nice to meet you."

We talked a bit before Yuuri spoke up,

"We should get going, the others probably wanna get coffee before we go to the airport."

"Oh, yeah, I guess so."

I was sad that they had to leave because Kenma noticed and his face softened because when they were getting up to leave, he gave me a soft kiss on the lips,

" I will call you every chance I get, Ok baby?"

"Alright, I'll see you next week at the game?"

"Yes, I love you."

"I love you too." Those were the last words I said to Kenma in person for a week.

When I turned around I heard someone yell, "KOZUME HAS A BOYFRIEND!"

Lev pov--

Kenma: We're having another fucking flight delay!

Lev: I still wish I could've gone with!

Kenma: I know, you were really wanting to come, right?

Lev: Ofc! I have always wanted to go to America! 😭😭😭

Kenma: Oof

Lev: Hold on the team is worried about you, give me a moment

Kenma: Gl Kuroos gonna be all like 'well why didn't I know?!' or some shit

Lev: mhm 😑

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I turned off my phone and listened to the rest of the team freak out about the gamer boys missing

"WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!" Yaku yelled out of panic

"Yaku, I am sure he's fine.." Yamamoto said, trying to keep the peace

"Well we don't know that! Hell! He didn't even tell me anything.." Kuroo was also pissed which just made me wanna chuckle since Kenma was right about Kuroos reaction.

"Uhm..."

"What Lev?"

"Well about Kenma being gone, I know where he is I just thought this was funny."

"So us worrying is funny?!"

"When I know why, yes."

Kuroo rolled his eyes, "Lev, Kenma never talks to you."

"Yes, yes he does, you don't know every fucking thing he does." I snapped.

"Are you sure?" Kuroo retorted

"Whos he dating?"

"I-"

"See you dont even know that"

"Fucking- Whatever just where is he?" Yaku asked

I held out my phone and showed the texts

"Where the hell is he going?! We have a game!"

"Yaku, please shut the fuck up." I whispered.

"What?!"

"Yaku I love you, but please shut the fuck up, he doesn't care about the game right now, he will be back for the game with Karasuno, but he is with family and doing something that will contribute to his future. Now shut up пожалуйста, перестань любопытствовать и дай ему жить!" (please stop prying and let him live!)

"..."

I took a step back, I swore my boyfriend out... I even yelled at him in Russian!

I felt like I wanted to cry, I didn't wanna snap like that.. Then I heard the door open

"HA I KNEW HE WOULD CUSS SOMEONE OUT! Виктор! ты должен мне 20 долларов!" (Victor you owe me 20) I turned to the voice,

"Oh praise god." I sighed

Yurio was walking up to me, "ты в порядке? ты выглядишь напряженным .." (are you okay? you look tense)

"Я огрызнулся на своего парня, и я устал, угадай" (I snapped at my boyfriend and I'm tired, guess)

"What are they saying.." Yaku was confused

"Well apologize you fuck!" Yurio scoffed

"..."

"Sorry sir, but Lev is fine, I was the one who deserved it."

"I'm still sorry!"

"Even better question! Lev, you can speak Russian!?" Kuroo seemed surprised

"Yeah, I just didn't wanna hear the, 'oh! Say my name in Russian' or, 'say something in Russian!' that gets annoying fast!"

"Oh, Beka has the same problem whenever he says he's from Kazakhstan."

"Anyway, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at the airport with the rest of the Russian team."

"We would be in the sky by now is the plane would stop getting fucking delayed!"

"Well let the team rest in here! Its probably hot as fuck in that bus."

"Smartest thing you've said all day, Levochka." And with that he left

"And who was that?" Yaku's tone was serious so I beckoned the team over to the bench to explain

"So you know how I have left practice early?"

"Yes?"

"That's because I do figure skating and I am hoping to go into it full time when I am older and that person who was here a bit ago was a part of the Russian Figure Skating team."

"Nice!" Someone commented from the end of the bench

"Levochka!" A voice called,

"DAD!" I raced to meet the voice and gave a big hug to my father, Victor Nikiforov and gave my other dad, Yuri Katsuki a hug when he entered short after.

Yaku came up from behind, and kicked me, "YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOUR PARENTS WERE FAMOUS SKATERS YOU FUCK!"

Upon seeing that the Russian team was pissed, "Держи свои гребаные ноги от него, ублюдок размером с муравей!"

"I still don't know what yall are saying.."

A voice came from the back, "Georgi said, "Keep your fucking feet off him, ant-sized motherfucker" I recognized Kenma's voice quickly

"Ey! I thought you would stay on the bus!" Yurio called

"Well, I finished my level and I have nothing else to play until a few daily bonuses roll in."

"Kid you run through games like me and Lev run through a thing of pirozhkis.."

"Meh I keep myself entertained."

"KENMA?!" Kuroo called, ran up and started to shake the boy

"I WAS WORRIED WHY DIDNT YOU TELL US WHERE YOU WERE GOING?1"

"Because it doesn't concern you, besides its not like I'm gonna be gone forever.."

"Kozume I am your best friend! You tell your best friend this shit!"

"Uh..." Kenma stuttered

"What?! Is there anything else you wanna tell me?!"

"1: I don't owe you shit and 2: Lev and Shoyo are my best friends, Теперь слезай с высокой лошади, ты трахаешься" (Now get off the high horse, you fuck)

"That's my boy!" Yurio cheered

Yuuri shook his head and turned to me, "Anyway, Lev can we pull you and Yaku to the side we wanna talk to you two."

I nodded and grabbed Yaku's hand and we exited the gym with my dads

"Levochka.. Are you sure he's the one you want?" My dad asked gently

"What do you mean?"

"I mean you said that this was your boyfriend when we talked about it before but are you sure he is what you want? I mean he kicks you and gets physical it seems a lot. I just want for you to be safe." My dad explained.

Yaku looked nervous as my dead continued, "Hell even Yurio when we adopted him, was never physical with anyone who didn't deserve it.. Minus Yuuri but you get what I mean."

I grabbed Yaku's hand, "I know but Yaku's trying and that's all I can really ask.."

Yuuri started to talk "Lev please be safe." His face was one of worry

"I'm sorry Mr. Nikiforov, I've been trying my hardest to not be as bad as I was, I am trying for your sons sake, I wanna make him happy.."

"I can see that and I hope you keep trying."

"I will, I care about Lev so much I wouldn't do anything to actually hurt him, I love him too much to do that."

"Th-"

"HEY VICTOR WE NEED TO GET TO THE AIRPORT!" Called Yakov's voice loud from the bus.

"Coming! Lets go!"

After gathering the others they left, till next week will we see them again.

#Yuri on ice #Haikyuu #Yuri on ice x haikyuu

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kyber-crystal · 4 years

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A-Z List of Fluff

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: An alphabetic list of yours and Steve’s dynamic relationship.

Warnings: none, mainly just fluff and very very slight mentions of violence but that’s it :)

A/N: I combined these prompts from multiple people, so credits to all of them <3 @goldenhour-goldenboy . this is a friends to lovers trope :) Some letters are repeated. bcI wanted to add in an extra concept. This is prolly gonna flop bc its not a traditional oneshot, but I wanted to publish something for y’all while I’m editing my WIPs

A= Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Steve loves everything about you, but the two things that really drew him to you was your smile and compassion. Your smile and laugh were extremely infectious - nobody could stay mad for long when you were cracking a grin. Despite having been through hell in the past: overcoming many hardships and enduring countless difficult wars, you managed to find it in your heart to keep faith in humanity and always held your head up high no matter what. You were always respectful and kind to everyone around you, and he greatly admired that.

B= Best memory (What is the best memory they have with you?)

One weekend after a particularly rough mission in Eastern Europe, Fury forced the Avengers on a team vacation to Bora Bora for two weeks. During that time, you and Steve had grown extremely close - taking daily sunset walks, surfing together, and swimming with dolphins. It was a jam-packed fourteen days to remember. He loved seeing you genuinely happy as you got to relax.

C= Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

You’d moved in to DC together after the Battle of New York, and often times you spent evenings on the couch eating takeout while wrapped up in each others’ arms, so cuddling is almost second nature for him. He’ll come up behind you on nights you’re in charge of cooking for the team, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as you prepared dinner. He loves to cuddle and he’s built perfectly for them. His muscular figure and warm arms make the best cuddles. Sometimes, he’ll randomly come into your room in the middle of the night and snuggle up against you. You’ll wake up in the morning to see him holding you tightly like a koala, an arm draped protectively around your torso and his legs entangled with yours. The team likes to tease you about your close-knit relationship and as in love with him as you were with each other, you kept trying to deny it in fears of those feelings not being returned.

D= Dreams (What do they want to do in life?)

Steve is a very determined and headstrong man, with the desire to fight for his country and its citizens having been ingrained in the back of his head since he was a mere teenager. He doesn’t know when he’ll retire and give up the title of Captain America, but for the time being, he wants to keep doing what he’s doing. He loves his job and his teammates - he wouldn’t trade them for the world. But he knows he’d like to marry you and start a family with you someday.

E= Everything (You are my ___ (e.g my life, my world…))

“You are my infinity.”

F= Feelings (When did they know they were falling in love?)

You were on a quad mission with him, Sam, Bucky, and Wanda to take down a Hydra base stationed in northern Serbia. Steve was stuck in a fistfight with one of the agents and you could see another approaching from behind to ambush him, and you knew if you didn’t step up and do something, that he would die. So without a moment’s hesitation you ran into the crossfire, taking the bullet that was meant for him, straight to your stomach.

As upset as he was with you for getting injured, he couldn’t help the feeling of pride and awe in his chest at your unwavering willingness to lay your life on the line for those you loved; your selflessness.

And he knew in that moment, he’d fallen for you, and fallen hard.

G= Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Steve’s naturally a gentle person (though he’s an absolute beast on the battlefield, with those skills of his) and everyone on the team can clearly see he has a big soft spot for you. He’s always extremely gentle and very polite: holding the door open for you, putting his hand out in front of the elevator doors so you can step in, and makes sure not to squish you too tightly because his bear hugs can be quite strong. Essentially, the man is a giant puppy.

H= Hand/Hold (How do they like to hold? How do they like to hold hands?)

He absolutely loves holding hands. It’s been a frequent habit of his - both platonic and non-platonic. He’ll take your hand in his and intertwine your fingers together, and when he senses that you’re anxious about a situation, he’ll begin rubbing circles across your palm to calm you down. Like always, the team goes nuts whenever you two do so much as make eye contact, because you’re acting like a couple but aren’t doing anything about it.

I= Impression (First Impression)

From the moment you first met, you and Steve were attached at the hip. Having been 27 when he came out of the ice, and you being just a couple years behind him at 24, you were assigned to help him adjust. He remembers seeing you walk in with your radiant smile and your head held high, greeting him politely. He particularly liked how patient you were with him, taking him around the city and updating him on all there was to know, answering all his questions. By the time you both joined the Avengers Initiative, and the Battle of New York came and went, you were practically inseparable.

I= I love you (Who says it first?)

Steve does. You’re already very comfortable around one another that he doesn’t think before saying it. It was so out of the blue when it happened - you were in charge of dinner for the team one night when he came and kissed your cheek as a thank-you, saying a quick “I love you, darling,” before sitting down between Natasha and Sam, who looked just as shocked as you did.

“So are you guys dating or what?” Bucky questioned.

“No,” you and Steve replied in unison, though your cheeks were both bright red.

J= Joker (Are they into pranks?)

He’s not a huge prankster like Loki and Sam, but occasionally he’ll walk up behind you and whisper ‘Boo!” into your ear, making you jump and scream lightly, whacking him in the shoulder from shock. But you realize it’s just him, not someone else - and quickly burst into laughter. It’s impossible for you to get mad at America’s golden boy.

K= Kisses (How do they kiss?)

Contrary to your initial belief, he doesn’t mind PDA at all. You would often joke around about people mistaking you two as a couple because of how close you were. You’d greet each other in the morning with a kiss on the cheek (earning snickers from Bucky and Sam), and he’d say goodnight by kissing you lightly on the forehead.

His kisses are very gentle and wholehearted, yet filled with passion at the same time. You can almost never get enough.

Your first kiss wasn’t how you thought it’d be at all. It was on a Costco grocery run one Sunday afternoon when you were trying to reach up to one of the higher racks to grab something, struggling on your tiptoes. He offered to help you and as he pulled the item down, you’d grown rather close, literally - with your lips being just a few centimeters apart. Oh, screw it, he thought to himself, placing a hand on the small of your back and pulling you to him, pressing his lips to yours.

L= Little Things (What little things do they love/notice.)

Steve notices that whenever you’re extremely focused on something, you bite your bottom lip and an adorable little crease between your brows appears. He always likes to tease you about it.

M= Moment (Their favorite moment.)

Getting caught under the mistletoe at Tony’s party. As cheesy as it sounded, it was your guys’ favorite moment together. When his eyes landed on you in your shimmery gown, his heart began to race. You were the literal definition of a dream, perfection. And when he finally kissed you it felt like fireworks were going off in his chest, electricity shooting through his body as your lips met. It was only your second official kiss but everything about it felt so real, so true, so right - that he couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.

N= Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Steve doesn’t normally go way over-the-top when it comes to gifts, but whenever it’s a major holiday or your birthday, he goes all-out. He’s a very good listener, so he’ll take note of the things you like that come up in conversation and take notes later, and will buy you those exact things. He loves seeing your face light up as you receieve his gifts - that’s when he knew he loved giving more than getting.

O= Orange (What color reminds them of their other half?)

Red. You’re bright-spirited and confident and kindhearted all at the same time, and not to mention powerful - just like the color itself. He can’t help but notice how good you look whenever you wear red - especially in your stealth suit with its’ burgundy highlights. He has to be paired up with Bucky all the time on missions so he wouldn’t get hurt while he was distracted with watching you fight.

P= Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Sweetheart, love, darling, doll, honey, etc. <3 (and once again, the team is frustrated because you’re acting like a couple but haven’t even started dating)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Steve naturally has a better-than-average memory, but he remembers much more about you than the rest of the team does. He knows your birthday, your favorite color, your likes and dislikes, and every little detail. He remembers all the little things. He can’t help but remember everything when he’s so in love with you. And when he brings this up into conversation, it makes you fall even harder for him.

R= Rainy Days (How does he/she comfort them on dark days?)

You don’t have to tell Steve directly for him to be able to tell when something’s wrong. He knows you like the back of his hand, a skill nobody else on the team had. When you’re rather quiet after a rough mission or just feeling down in the dumps, he doesn’t talk, doesn’t ask any intrusive questions (he knows you hate it when people do that), and just pulls you into a warm embrace and holds you until you feel better. And usually, that’s all that’s needed to lift your spirits.

S= Soft (Something one of them did that turned the other into absolute mush.)

When he called you by a pet name for the first time. It was in the middle of an intense sparring match together in the boxing ring, the team eagerly watching from the sidelines as you circled each other. “You’re tough, but you’re gonna have to try harder than that, sweetheart,” he murmured into your ear. You froze, taken aback, and in that moment of hesitation he whipped around and put you into a firm headlock.

“The tension is through the roof here, I swear to Odin’s beard,” Sam groaned. “Just date already.”

S= Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Steve is extremely protective of you. He’ll make sure to walk on the outside when you’re walking down the sidewalk together because as he insisted to you, “your safety is my number one priority”, often pairs up with you on missions to look out after you and if not, constantly checks in via comms to make sure you’re alright. With the way he’s constantly hovering over you, the team likes to tease him for acting like a worried boyfriend or husband.

T= Talking (What do they love to talk about?)

Anything and everything that comes to mind, whether that be old memories together, favorite memories with the team, your childhoods, or what was on the news that day. You could go on talking for hours at a time - in fact, there were many occasions in which you stayed up all night together, sitting around on the sofas in the lounge with mugs of hot chocolate in hand and the fireplace on, warming your bodies as you spoke.

U= Universe (Use a metaphor, what are they to each other? (e.g he was the universe, ever-changing and mysterious.))

Before you became an Avenger, you were one of twenty-eight dancer-trained enhanced assassins of the Red Room Academy alongside Natasha. A doubtful fighter, you, along with Natasha, were taken under Tony’s wing to further your training with SHIELD. Before becoming an Avenger, your life was a mess. You lost your family at a young age, torn away from the life you’d known as a little girl, forced to grow up too fast. So meeting Steve was like taking a breath of fresh air. He was your safe haven. He was a life raft and you were lost at sea, his presence serving as a reminder that you were in fact, still sane and not just drifting mindlessly through space.

V = Vaunt. (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Obviously, his strength and speed. He purposely lifts heavier weights in front of you while you’re training in the gym with him. “It’s arm day today,” he’d whisper, sending you a flirty wink as he flexed his biceps. You blushed. Bucky snorted and rolled his eyes.

W= Why (Reasons why they love you.)

There are so many reasons for him to love you. One, you give him a sense of peace and happiness, of home. You were his home. He felt like he could trust you with anything, as you were very easy to talk to. Steve loves how he could just be himself around you, as well as your competitive nature - that’s why he always asks you to go on his morning runs with him. And he loves your kind heart. You’ve seen and experienced far more war, more bloodshed and violence than anyone should have to experience in ten lifetimes, and still, forced yourself to be kind and gentle, to soften your heart. He loves you with his whole heart and soul and wouldn’t trade you for the world.

X= Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Electric Love by Børns. After a nice dinner at Olive Garden together one Friday night, you decided to go on a little late night drive throughout the city. With the windows of the Audi rolled down, the wind in your hair as your face lit up and you grinned from ear to ear, you both sang at the top of your lungs as you made your way through busy New York. He fell in love with you even more, if that was even possible.

Y= Youtube (What are they like online? Do they post about their relationship constantly?)

After several days of you pushing him to get Instagram, he finally made an account (quickly catching up to your 30-point-something million followers). He loves to post about you and your adventures outside of missions together and whenever he does, his followers go absolutely crazy.

Z= Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?)

An adorable mixed breed. You’re both left with cleared schedules on one Monday morning after breakfast, so you decide to head out to the shelter. There’s one dog that stands out to him above the rest, and as soon as he sees them come running up to you and jumping around you, he knows that’s the one. You settle on the name Dodger and take it home. The entire team spoils him to death.

#avengers imagines #steve rogers x reader #marvel one shot #avengers x reader #captain america imagine #captain america x reader #marvel fic #avengers fanfiction #captain america one shot #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america fanfiction #steve rogers fic #captain america fic #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans one shot

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dooodle-bug · 3 years

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(can you tell me more on sitcky note and WHY DO THEY LOOK LIKE ME AND YOU)

Ok dokie then!! Aight so the reason why they look like us is because they're lowkey a sona/oc of mine, so I kinda wanted them to look like me (and you)! Essentially, they're my Self-Insert stationery oc! Well, more of an negatively exaggerated version! Here's some basic info about em!

-Imma talk about the og object version first just because-

-Their name is "Sticky Note" as to avoid copystrike as the name "Post-it" may or may not copyrighted-

-Their pronouns are They/them!

-They come after blue streamer and before yellow streamer, guarding the peach streamer (was gonna do orange but I'm too slick for that-)! Yay more time with Bobby!

-The Peach Streamer area is sorta like a badlands, with rocky mountains and crap. Haven't fleshed it out all the way yet-

-Anyhow, Sticky Note (or SN) takes on the persona of a bounty hunter, y'know someone who catches criminals, but not for their own gain, but because they think it's the right thing to do.

-They're sorta like a detective, weeding through the population to find the "bad guys". The problem is: they're REALLY judgemental! Like, you make one little mistake, like forgetting to wash your hands, then BOOM! They hate you!

-Even worse, they have a warped perception of what's right and wrong. They think that everything they do is in the name of good, however it turns out in reality, they're completely wrong. For example, they see Olly as this idol, this perfect amazing guy who never did anything wrong. And, if you know my hcs, that is REALLY the opposite.

-They're pretty smart too! They have a VERY good memory. Unfortunately, due to their intelligence, they're bound to have an ego and VERY strong opinions.

-They are VERY strict about the rules and such. You can call then a nerd or goody-two-shoes or teacher's pet or-

-About their abilities however... They use them post its to create a jail of sorts. Like, they slap four on the ground and BOOM! You're trapped in a lil box! They use this technique to mess up their zone and trap innocent fellas into boxes, the only way they disappear is after their defeat (although some notes may be looser than others...)

-^^^That's also their special move! You can only dodge it with the water vellumental to wash down their notes, make them soggy, and flop onto the ground!

-They also can spread out in that way that post it packs do, hopping on top of you, trapping you in their pages, and going brrrr-

-Their weakness is underneath their pack where you peel off individual post its, the finisher being to quickly going in a up-down motion as if you're rapidly tearing out post its yourself!

-Their "final form" is them being that single, non-sticky layer in the back of the pack with the brand labels on it and stuff. Unlike their OG form, they're very wriggly and floppy, just drooping on the ground in defeat-

-They prolly move around like a slug in water, spreading their notes out and going brrrrr-

Annnddd that's all I got for now! Feel free to ask anything about em if ya wanna!

#ask #tw caps #legion of stationery #i-use-my-words-to-express-myself

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vixensheart · 4 years

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Of Cow Pastures and Hay Bales

If there was one thing Katsuki loved, it was the feel of the blazing sun burning on his bare skin. He was warmed to his core, skin hot and slick with sweat, shirt tossed off onto a hay bale hours earlier. Katsuki jammed his pitchfork into a bale again and pulled some free, tossing it into the half filled trough. He paused to swipe at the sweat dripping at his brow, before shovelling out another bit, and another. His arms and shoulders ached from the effort, but the ache felt good. It meant he was getting shit done, and Katsuki liked getting shit done and done right.

The cows seemed to appreciate it, too.

“Hey, stranger!”

Katsuki threw another pitchfork full of hay into the trough and tossed a glance over his shoulder. There, galloping up over the slope was the familiar shape of Riot and his rider, Kirishima Eijirou.

He snorted. Dumbass.

Katsuki jammed his pitchfork into the dirt and lumbered to the hay bale with his shirt, using it to wipe the sweat from his brow. The thunder of hooves came to a halt, and Katsuki watched as Riot tossed his head, black mane flopping about.

“Whoa, easy, boy,” Kirishima said. He pat the stallion’s thick neck and hopped down, boots kicking up a cloud of dust. Riot flicked his ears but settled, tail whisking back and forth like a manic fly swatter. Which, fair. There were tons of fucking flies everywhere, thanks to all the piles of cow shit. Kirishima patted him again and set to work untying something from the saddlebags. Seconds later, Kirishima turned around again and chucked something at him. “Here, catch.”

Reflex had Katsuki reaching out and catching a full canteen, which he immediately unscrewed and guzzled. Fuck, that hit the spot. He replaced the cap and tossed it back, swiping at his mouth. Kirishima snorted when he caught it, giving the canteen a shake. “Damn, dude, thirsty much?”

Katsuki flipped him off. “Fuck off.” That just earned him a laugh, which, in turn, had his traitorous heart flip flopping in his chest. Katsuki elected to ignore the feeling and scowled instead, tossing his shirt back onto the closest hay bale. His gaze found its way back to Kirishima, who was scratching his brick house of a horse behind the ear, having secured the canteen back into its saddlebag.

Riot was a big ass horse. Standing roughly seventeen hands tall, he was a goddamn tank, muscular and tall- he could probably squish a man’s skull like a grape. His hide shone red in the bright afternoon sun, mud and dirt obscuring the black of his legs and hooves. Despite his intimidating size, Riot was, as Kirishima often claimed, a big softie. And Katsuki knew the damn thing was spoiled like a baby- Kirishima loved that horse.

When he’d first come to Yueii Ranch, Riot was unrideable, sending every rider to the dirt in seconds. The stablehands claimed he was unbreakable. Untameable. Wild and dangerous, what with his size and power. Kirishima, the fucker, was undeterred, though. Katsuki’d been forced to watch the idiot get thrown a whopping twelve times before Riot gave up, finally. ‘Course, Kirishima was practically unbreakable himself, always popping back up when he should be laid flat and wheezing. They were a good match.

“How’s it going out here?” Kirishima asked, drawing Katsuki from his thoughts. Katsuki shrugged.

“S’alright. I’ll be done prolly around sundown.”

He hummed, gaze settling on Katsuki. Kirishima quirked a brow then, tilting his head. “And you’re not wearing a shirt why…?”

“It’s fucking hot as balls,” Katsuki snapped. “Obviously.”

Kirishima snorted. “Dude, you’re gonna get all scratched up.” He sauntered over, boots scuffing the dusty pasture. Katsuki tried to maintain a scowl, but it was hard when he had Kirishima’s swinging hips in those tight ass jeans distracting him. Good looking fucker. He had no idea how that shit was comfortable, but Kirishima swore by it. Paired with that loose flannel, buttons undone enough to show off his broad chest, and Katsuki’s mouth was suddenly dry again. Goddammit. Kirishima smirked, eyes glimmering from under the shade of his hat, and Katsuki felt just a little weak at the knees. He stepped close enough to invade Katsuki’s space, and reached up to brush some stray bits of hay off Katsuki’s shoulder. The sudden touch had Katsuki flinching, and Kirishima snickered like the asshole he was.

“Awful jumpy there, Bakubro.”

Katsuki sucked in a breath and glared despite the lava in his veins. “Fuck off,” he said for the second time, voice strained. Kirishima just grinned.

There was something, between them, recently. Something Katsuki was afraid to put a name to. Something filled with heated glances and casual, burning touches, of leaning into each other’s space and murmuring soft words into the other’s ears. It was shiny and new, and it was as natural as it wasn’t. Katsuki didn’t know what to make of the way his heart pounded, didn’t know how to process the intense desire to close the distance between them and kiss this idiot senseless. So, with all the willpower he could muster, he backed off and yanked his pitchfork from the ground. “If you’re gonna hang around, you could at least do something useful,” Katsuki said, chucking the tool at Kirishima. He caught it with ease, snickering.

“Yeah, yeah.” Kirishima twirled the pitchfork in his hands like the fancy, daring idiot he was, and skipped his way over to the remaining bales of hay. Katsuki was probably about halfway done, give or take. And it was what. Past noon, by now? He squinted up at the sun, head tilted. Eh, close enough. His gaze drifted back to Kirishima, who was bent over scooping up another pitchfork full of hay. Katsuki couldn’t help but enjoy the view, gaze lingering on the slope of Kirishima’s fine ass. God, those jeans were a sin. He bit his lip and forced himself to look away, because he had work to do, dammit.

He could admire Kirishima’s ass some other time. Like, when he didn’t have a mound of hay to feed out to a herd of a two hundred head of cattle.

Katsuki ran a hand through his sweat-soaked hair and huffed a sigh. Fuck, okay. Time to finish this shit so he could go lie in some shade somewhere. He stalked to the wagon picketed just a stone’s toss away, and nabbed the second pitchfork he always kept handy for situations such as this. What? Kirishima was predictable as fuck, and as much as Katsuki loathed to admit it, so was he. They were going to work side by side, melting under the unrelenting sun, surrounded by lazy ass cows that did nothing but stare as they provided a boost of nutrition for them, and Katsuki was going to steal glances at Kirishima because fuck, those arms, and Kirishima was going to pretend he didn’t notice even though Katsuki knew he did- that knowing smirk never escaped Katsuki’s attention.

“Whew, it is hot out here,” Kirishima said. He jammed his pitchfork into the hoof-beaten earth and ripped off his hat, strands of red hair falling messily into his face. Katsuki scoffed.

“Yeah, no shit. You just figuring that out?”

Kirishima chuckled. “Maybe.” His grin turned dangerous, then, and he let his hat fall to the ground. “Now I get why you took your shirt off, dude,” he said, hands reaching up to start undoing his buttons, and oh, shit, this was not good.

“What are you doing,” Katsuki croaked. He watched with wide eyes as Kirishima unbuttoned more and more of his worn flannel. There was a glint in his eyes, that same glint Kirishima got when he was up to no good. Katsuki’s seen this shit before, many times. Often it yielded some less than desirable situations, like when he decided to try and tip a cow with idiot Kaminari. That had resulted in a concussion and some bruised ribs. And of course Katsuki was the one that had to play doctor.

Which Kirishima seemed to enjoy a little too much. Though Katsuki always maintained that it was just the concussion talking, then.

“Obviously,” Kirishima said, “I’m taking off my shirt. Ya know. Because it’s hot.” He was closer, suddenly, in Katsuki’s space. When did he get there? Katsuki wasn’t actually sure. What? He was fucking distracted. A shirtless Kirishima was very distracting after all. Fucking adonis, tits out and glistening in the golden sunlight. Katsuki’s gay ass was already easily distracted by this goon he called a partner. The shirt removal left him feeling almost catatonic, mouth gaping open like a fish out of water. His gaze somehow managed to find Kirishima’s, and he was lost in a setting sun, heart thudding in his chest. Kirishima chuckled. “Like what you see?”

Katsuki gulped. He was helpless as Kirishima sauntered even closer, breath fanning his face. Fuck, oh, fuck, his heart felt like it was gonna pound right out of his chest. Kirishima’s hand brushed his jaw, and Katsuki gulped, skin erupting in tingles. Everything was both slowed down and sped up and Katsuki’s gaze flicked to Kirishima’s plush lips and he wondered for what had to be the hundredth time what they tasted like. Would they be sweet, like the candies he was always sucking on? Or would they taste salty, like the sweat beading Kirishima’s brow. His eyelids drooped all on their own, and he found himself leaning forward, and-

In one swift motion, Kirishima whipped his hat off with a whoop, leaving Katsuki blinking into the bright afternoon, wondering what the fuck just happened. He stared as Kirishima stumbled back, bent over and laughing like a crazy person. “Dude, your face,” he wheezed. Katsuki scrunched his face.

That actual asshole…

He lurched forward with a snarl. “You fucker!” He gave Kirishima a shove, trying to grab for his hat. Kirishima cackled, twisting to evade his grasp. A growl rumbled in Katsuki’s throat, and he lunged again, which of course resulted in them running amok through the field like a pair of idiots. Kirishima’s laughter was infectious, though, and Katsuki found his indignance melting away and giddy laughter take its place. They ducked around the wagon and weaved between the stacks of hay bales, their game of chase littered with curses and taunts and laughter.

Katsuki finally caught Kirishima turning a corner, his hand snagging the crook of Kirishima’s elbow. He yanked, pulling Kirishima off his feet. Only, Kirishima managed to nab his wrist and brought Katsuki down with him. They landed, hard. Chest to chest, with Katsuki staring down at Kirishima, his hat forgotten an arm’s length away. And, oh, fuck. He was goddamn beautiful, eyes wide, expression open and awed. That red hair of his was a goddamn mess, spilling into the grass and hay, and there was a solid chance they were laying in shit, but fuck, Katsuki was entranced. Smitten. Enamored. Besotted. All of those shitty ass sappy things people said. And he couldn’t help himself any more, he lurched forward and smashed their lips together in a messy, off-center kiss.

There was a squeak, and Katsuki felt Kirishima stiffened beneath him, and a bolt of panic shot through him. Oh, shit, what if he read everything wrong? But before he could pull back and ram himself on a pitchfork, Kirishima came to life, arms wrapping around him, pulling Katsuki impossibly closer as he kissed him back with fervor.

It was far from what most would consider perfect or romantic. They were laying in a muddy, clumpy field, littered with stray bits of hay and cow shit, sweaty as fuck and kissing each other like they were devouring their last meal on this mortal plane.

And Katsuki wouldn’t have it any other way.

END

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Where the names came from

aka, I’m working on more content, but this was easy and I wanted to put something out.

Alright so the names. Some of these took me a lot longer and a lot more stress to figure out than I intended, but I'm mostly happy with them. Anyway I said I'd explain my reasoning so here we are. Not gonna lie though, a good chunk of them just “fit” and stuck in my head so there is not deeper meaning or justification.

Undertale Sans – Ace. This one stumped for awhile. I'd been looking for something to call back to his lazy reputation, but everything found sounded off. Then I looked for names to suit his leadership role. I considered Boss for a second but that's a common name for UF!Papyrus and I didn't want to have that connection. Ace was a single syllable, and kinda has that top of the pile, number one connotation, so that's what I went with.

Undertale Papyrus – Lief. I chose this over the alternate spelling Lieve. Its a word I found in a cowboy slang guide, meaning “willingly/gladly”. I liked how it connected to his open and helpful nature. Even as an outlaw, he really just wants to help people and get along. He understands the life they live, and accepts it fully, but doesn't think that means he can't also be a good person.

Underfell Sans – Chisel. A friend actually recommended this. I was having a hard time choosing and sent her the bio I had, as well as the list of assorted names I was considered in general. It isn't quite a mechanical term but it does call to mind working with ones hands.

Underfell Papyrus – Spur. The one that started it all. His name came from the visual that hit me when I couldn't sleep, and refused to leave me. (He steps in all confident in his black leather and spurs only for the cutie to tug him down by his bolo tie and put him in his place)

Underswap Sans – Scout. I originally called him Bandit, which felt close, but off. Then Scout hit me and I ran with it.

Underswap Papyrus – Piper. A nod to his smoking habits. Nothing much else to it.

Swapfell(Red) Sans – Whip. This one, honestly just popped into my head and I was like, “aight”.

Swapfell(Red) Papyrus – Coyote. Wanted to stick with the canine theme for him, and I liked the way it sounded better than Jackal.

Horrortale Sans – Tender/Ten. From his “job” in the camp. He tends to any animals/plants they have.

Horrortale Papyrus – Cook. Same hat as his bro. He's camp cook, so he gets called Cook.

Swapfell(Purple) Sans – Doc. This boi. Oof. He was the last one named, and was another the friend who helped name Chisel helped with. He was also the last one to get a defined role. It came down to either Doc or Biz. There was a big ol' rant that led up to us settling on Doc. I can share that sometime if you'd like.

Swapfell(Purple) Papyrus – Flint. This one gave me some trouble too. There are a lot of slang terms for money from that era but none of them sat right to me. Then I came upon the term “skin-flint” which is used to refer to someone who is particularly stingy or frugal with their money. Cut it down to just Flint, and I was happy with it.

Fellswap Gold Sans – Haze. Another I got help with. When I sent her the list she pointed to this as a nod to the way he manipulates people. Hiding his true self. I liked it well enough so it stuck.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus – Cirrus. When we named Haze, I mentioned that their “canon” names are Wine and Coffee. She said “those are both drinks, so give them both weather names”. It came down to Cirrus or Stratus. Wispy clouds or gray clouds. Ultimately I liked the shortened Cir, better than Strat.

Underlust Sans – Mab. And Underlust Papyrus – Calico. These two were basically named together. Mab and Calico Queen are both terms used in the old west for prostitutes (according to the slang guide I was using, no promises on authenticity. I'm trusting the internet here, which is questionable at best). Considering their origin, and one of their favored covers, it fit. They were among the easiest to name.

Also ; there is now a chance Mab will be renamed to Shine. This was suggested by a wonderful Nonny, and the idea has started to run off on me. I’ll prolly post my whole thought process on that later today for everybody to weigh in on.

**After some flip-flopping Mab has been renamed and is now know as Shine henceforth.

Also Also ; idk if anyone noticed my note on “Funkify” but probably not. Now, a quick qualifier, I will not likely include any of the Outcode Skelies in this (I say that now...), despite my adoration of them, there’s already a lot happening. But. 4am thoughts did what 4am thoughts does and pointed out that Funkify is the perfectly worst best name to give CowTale Fresh. Nobody let me do this, please.

#Undertale #CowTale #UTAU #Undertale AU #UT AU #UT!AU #UTMV #Undertale MV #multiverse #sans #papyrus #AU!Sans #AU!Papyrus #also #i suck at formatting #im figuring it out #please be patient with me

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