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OKAY I feel 10 thousand times better so WELCOME TO AHHIE'S WEEKLY TICKLE RANT OF FRIDAYS... On a Saturday😻
Today guys-
Oh my fucking God-
The first tickling of the day was when we were on a random classroom and my ler decided to start drawing something on the board (artists things-), and she went "If you guess what I'm drawing I'll tickle you"
... Me, as the good, tickle starving lee I am, OBVIOUSLY did my best to try to guess it
AND I DID LET'S GOOO😻
It was
A fox :33
The point is, my ler keeps her promises, AND IMMEDIATELY STARTED TICKLING MY BELLY WHILE SAYING "Very good~"
QOLEFOQOWLDO reward tickles are the best I love them so much
Then, when we were about to leave to organize our pianos, she said "Hold onto my bag" (her bag was on her back cuz yk we were leaving) so I was in a VERY vulnerable position-
Of course I knew what she was going to do
And of course I wanted it to happen :3
AND IT HAPPENED
SHE JUST WENT ALL IN ON MY UPPER BODY IDWMOIDNWJF GUYS I WAS SO FLUSTERED FOR REAL
But this is nothing compared with what comes next
...
Pinned down on the floor, my ler checking the spots I said I thought that were my favorite
GUYSBWKFIXHWNFKFWUJRF
SHE WENT FOR MY BELLY, SIDES, RIBS AND EVEN MY LEGS???? IEMFIWJFJD
I MEAN-
AND THE WORST IS THAT SHE WAS SAYING THINGS AS IF SHE WAS LIKE TAKING NOTES????????
AND THE TEASING????????
"Why you acting like this? I'm doing nothing, just tickling you, you're just a little too ticklish"
IN SPANISHHHHHHH FUCK
Oh my God-
And I mean I'm very squirmy so OF COURSE I WAS SQUIRMING
She told me "Stay stilllllll, the teacher will arrive soon and I won't be able to do this, at least not like this"
...
I had to stay still as the good lee I am
IT WAS SO HARD
But I did it :3
THEN
IT GOT EVEN BETTER
During the break the teacher gives us, she went to buy something to eat on the machine
Then came back to the classroom
Ate it
...
And guys-
As we were on break, the classroom was empty (I mean like just us two were there), so she stood up and told me like "I'm gonna go fill my bottle of water, and then..."
...
Y'all can guess what that then means
SO SHE WENT
Then came
...
Her entrance was literally "Heyyy~ Guess what~?" WHILE WALKING TOWARDS ME
...
Then
...
Guys
Then
She went
...
"The tickle monster has arrived"
...
Fuck her, THAT WAS TOO FLUSTERING FUCK I PROMISE I DIDN'T THOUGHT THAT ONE COULD GET ME SO BAD
Of course I did the only reasonable thing to do atm
Covered my face with my hands
When she knealed next to me she IMMEDIATELY went "Aawww, you like that phrase? The little lee likes that phrase~?" WHILE STARTING TO TICKLE MY BELLY AND SIDES
I just giggled and covered my face more
Then she said something else but I'm gonna be honest, between the fan, my giggling and my mind not working, I COULDN'T HEAR💔
Then
...
She uncovered my face
I had my eyes closed regardless
And she went "open your eyes, look at me"
I did it
... And fuck
SHE. WIGGLED. HER FINGERS. TOWARDS. MEEEEEEEEE
WHILE GOING "Coochie cocchie coo~"
FUCK. HER. SHE'S TOO TEASY GUUYYYYYSSSS (I love it)
THEN SHE HAD AN IDEA
...
She played a song
...
And started tickling me at the beat of the song...
I've no idea which song it was BUT I GOT TICKLED SO MUCHHHH??????
LIKE
SHE WENT MY LEGS A WHILE, THEN BELLY AND SIDES, AND THEN RIBS
FUCK
GUYS
MY RIBS ARE EXTREMELY TICKLISH??????
AND I LAUGHED DURING THE WHILE SESSION???????????
OH MY GOD-
Guys it was almost like a whole full-ass tickle session and I loved it too much
My ler is truly 1. Full of surprising ideas 2. Amazing 3. The best
OKAAAAYYY so thank you for coming to Ahhie's Weekly Tickle Rant Of Fridays on Saturday, see y'all here next week :3
#tickle#lee#tickle community#tickle content#tickle thoughts#just a happy lee#just a lee talking#sfw tickle community#ahhie's weekly tickle rant of fridays
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Since we’re talking about Chris and Seb’s friendship, can I add on a little something? I fully became Seb’s fan early in 2020 and would watch all his interviews on YT. I could be wrong but I noticed how Chris was more candid and seemed to enjoy the press tours and everything with Seb and Mackie in comparison to the OG 6 Avenger cast. Like sure, Hemsworth and him make a great duo, hilarious even 🤣 and obviously he’s on great terms with RDJ (that vintage car birthday gift) and Scarlet and everyone. But the cap trio seemed like a bunch of childhood/college frat buddies just enjoying everything and having a great time. The three of them still mention each other and try keep up from time to time which is obviously difficult since they all are busy and don’t even live near each other. Chris even said that those two are some of his dear friends. Also, all three of them have different sorts of career and approach when it comes to type of the roles they choose. Many co-stars fake being buddies for publicity and everything and don’t even bother to keep up with each other after their business is done. So, nope, I don’t doubt anything about Seb and Chris friendship. They’re just another of your regular buddies, let them live people! 🙄
Aawww hear hear, lovely!! We call these guys the Holy Trinity for a reason (or at least I do 😂). I personally do feel like Chris and Seb have a different kind of dynamic than Mackie does with either of them (there's a reason I ship them, after all), but at the very least, they're all good mates and are clearly very fond of each other. There is absolutely zero evidence to the contrary! 💜
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hi MASSIVE TOH SEASON 3 EPISODE 1 SPOILERS below don't read if haven't watched I am about to go off my rocker
also abuse tw mention because 😦
first of all FLAPJACK. I proceed to punch a wall
I did not expect to actually start bawling my eyes out but hot damn what the fuck . Why is Flapjack dying what got me above everything else in this show. Like I've gotten teary and emotional over other moments but Flapjack dying and all of Hunter's dialogue that proceeded it just made me SOB ??????????????
Also hello fluid as fuck animation in that fight scene 😳 i misse d you
so anyway. Now we gotta talk about possessed!Hunter right. While that's a bombass design and I love the look of it and his body language in the fluid parts of the animation is impeccable, it's also incredibly. URGH. NO I don't LIKE it. No I HATE it, actually.
There's something just . Incomprehensibly genuinely upsetting about Hunter's former abuser taking over his body and using it to kill his emotional support animal
it's SO fucked up and I'm all for horrible twisted shit but also for fuck's sake man can Hunter get a fucking break!!! Can he like!!! Be free for two minutes!!!!!
I think it just feels like such a consecutive gut punch because we're missing so much extra filler and that's what makes me all the more sad. You can TELL you can TASTE how much more they wanted to expand on this, how much more there was to elaborate on, but they just didn't have the time
and so Hunter Really Going Thru It yet again just feels like . got dam he really did not get a single break my guy can't even REST!!! it feels to me like he's just constantly through the ringer because it's all we've been able to see and that SUCKS
but they make a whole point of saying he has been happier in the human realm ("you've smiled so much since we got here" from Gus, something along those lines) . They want us to know he Has been happy for the past few months, there HAS been a break.
n I feel like that was their way of trying to say ,,, Look See he's been at semi-sorta-peace for a little while! He's gone without Unspeakable Horrors for like a FEW MONTHS , we promise, we swear, it's not consecutive unending pain, he's been Pretty Good for a while (ignoring identity crises that we also unfortunately can't elaborate on because of time but you saw a little glimpse of it in that intro sequence). and NOW we're just making him Worse
but still like AUUGHhghsgghh. I don't Like the further implications of Any of the possession stuff mannnnn ughurhghgrh
AND ALSO FLAPJACK i punch the wall again FUCK!!!
anyway expanding on Flapjack a little . So when Belos did his whole fucking thing, he said "goodbye Evalyn," and we see during the whole Hayride sequence that Evalyn gave Caleb Flapjack (or taught him to make Flapjack).
For a moment, though, I was mortified misunderstanding that Flapjack was Evalyn, even if that wouldn't make any sense ghsdgkJHSDG
oh also we know Evalyn's name now. Yea that's a thing. We know the name of the witch that Caleb fell in love with or whatever. And honestly. I had to stop after I heard that and go "aawww maaan" because. C'mon. looks at the camera
Evalyn? Edalyn? Not even Tryin to hide that they're related huh
Mngmrh this is a personal gripe of mine, but honestly I really hoped the theory about "the witch Caleb loved being an ancestor of the Clawthorne's" wasn't canon sdhgkh
it just . Again this is personal bias. I have never liked the cliché of "you've been related this whole time!" kinda thing. Different when the antagonist and protagonist are set up as related from the start. I don't like when it's a plot twist or anything like that. it's so. m.
just not really my thing n I'm a little disappointed to get lowkey confirmation that it's probably canon sdghskjdghsdghkl
because almost inevitably it'll be revealed in a whole dramatic thing and it'll be like RelATed TO BEloS THIS WHOle Time ?!? !? and i'll be like I Do Not See It
Well all that aside. Holds Camila in my hands. mom of the year award you deserve the entire world
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Hey, I'm the anon who had started watchin Kinnporsche :) Hope you don't mind me venting about it again lol . But anyway, I'm on episode 5, and I just wanted to say I didn't expect it to be so cute? Like the first kiss scene was so fucking sweet (and the soundtrack aawww!) and Kinn was pining like an idiot and it made him seem like an actual regular human being for the first time? And I like that Porsche kind of force him to act like that since Kinn is probably not used to talk to people in a normal, and not in a they-are-useful-to-me, way. Also I've got to drop hats to Porsche. No matter what he says, he was born to be into these Mafia World. I mean he gets hired by a Big Maffia Boss who threatened to destroy his bar and the first thing he does is make silly pranks on him, get drunk during an important meeting, and make said Mafia Boss's brother watch porn, only to not only not be instantly murdered but actually getting a sweet kiss and two Big Mafia Bosses fighting for his attention? Legends only XD Not that I blame Kinn, Porsche is definitely an adorable little shit ^^ Also the fight scene at the end of episode 5 when Kinnporsche was so cool! (and the song Porsch's little brother wrote about him was so sweet but also so sad poor little boy is still the only one in the dark it's gonna be a shock when he's gonna learn the whole truth I bet :( )
Omg omg omg I love that you came back to tell me your thoughts 🤗. This is like reliving the show with you! So please, come vent any and all the time!!!
Yes!!! The show honestly inserted so much softness into a story that could have been so much more jarring and brutal? With Kinn especially, one of my fave things is how this badass, powerful, arrogant mafia boss becomes the softest marshmallow when it comes to Porsche 🥹. It does make Kinn seem incredibly human and sweet. The way he pines and the teenager way he goes about trying to figure out if Porsche has a gf or would like him akdjfaldkfj. God, it's so good. But they keep those core traits of his character as well. He is still capable of lashing out, of being cruel, of letting jealousy get the better of him. They really effectively made him very layered from the start and I loved that.
And one of the best things is what you mention - that Porsche treats Kinn like any other guy. It's just Kinn to Porsche. Even from the beginning when that Kinn was seriously pissing Porsche off lol. Still, Porsche refused to back down or see himself as 'less than'. And that ability to meet Kinn where he 'lived' was for sure vital to establishing them as equals in a situation with an uneven power structure.
Your interpretation of ep 2 is great. I love that you see Porsche as being a complete shit as him proving that he has the balls to belong in this world lolol. He really doesn't flinch easily, it is true. And the result being, "not only not be instantly murdered but actually getting a sweet kiss and two Big Mafia Bosses fighting for his attention? Legends only XD" omg it's so true hahahahahah. Porsche really is iconic.
And now you're headed for the most iconic ep. Episode 6 is everyone's baby. God, it's so good 😭. And yes, you'll get your angst with baby Chay too. Poor bub. I can't wait to hear your thoughts!!! ❤️❤️❤️
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just saw SoD again for the third time and here are some disconnected thoughts
- very weird how in the 90s we got wizards who looked weird and gnc and crazy but we couldn’t have anyone be explicitly queer or ND or have sex outside marriage, now we get canon gays and an autistic main character and someone having a kid underage out of wedlock but they all have to wear grey and black suits
- i hate the Qillin plotline it’s so cheap and lessens the ideology and AWWWWW LOOK AT ITS LITTLE FEET LISTEN TO ITS TRILL AWWWWW IT CHOSE ALBUS IT LOVES HIM AAWWW
- giant shout-out to the two teen girls in Gryffindor robes in my aisle, y’all are living your best life
- especial shout-out to the one that slapped her friend in the cafe scene and hissed so loud i could hear, “ALBUS. HE CALLED HIM ALBUS I TOLD YOU.”
- oh shit Gellert is trying to make the Qilin bow to him in that first scene, he really thinks it will, it’s only when it doesn’t that he kills it
- goddamn Gellert’s movie ideology makes no sense at all
- so the PLAN is to seduce Vogel to their side so that Gellert can stand as a candidate, Vogel’s excuse is that this is so he can be fairly defeated, but we see from the massive cheering crowd that he’s actually wildly popular and the trick is that Vogel is actually working for Gellert
- that’s a good plan!!!!
- the movie really suffers from HAVING to be about a Fantastic Beast so they get shoehorned in, there didn’t need to be baby deer necromancy
- talk about inconsistency...in back to back scenes Gellert goes “it’s his LOYALTY i want not success” and then immedlately “DON’T FAIL ME AGAIN” okay...pick tho. same thing with “his pain is his power” vs “oh ew you’re feeling pain? let me take that away.”
- if no one else is gonna run away with Lally I’ll do it i’ll take one for the team please i love her
- lmaoooooo way to send the most obvious assassin in the world, i bet it’s the guy with the thick smudged eyeliner and the hissing evil wine glass
- the pacing of the Bhutan election scene is absolutely terrible until the blood troth thing
- I love Newt I wish he got more to do emotionally but that’s what happens when you’re the zookeeper trapped in someone else’s messy gay divorce
- Jacob. My man.
- Everything with Yusuf is awful. What happened to his memories? He never seemed to LIKE Leta that much in CoG. his “heel face turn” is predictable and not especially interesting.
- i’m genuinely embarrassed for how attracted I am to Theseus.
- more inconsistency - Queenie joins Gellert because the wizards won’t let her marry Jacob...so he also won’t let her marry Jacob?? also why is she scared to leave Grindelwald?? we’ve never seen that people aren’t allowed to leave lmao.
- i can’t keep criticizing this movie i genuinely do love it, this is my third time seeing it and each time i laugh, i cry, i get upset about the divorce, Mads is amazing and Jude Law singlehandedly saved this franchise for me
- every time Albus stares at the portrait of his sister i just hear this
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aawww what if Haru had a crush on a girl?? You can pick between like 12 or 6
You get a drabble 🥺🥺🥺
"There. Look at you! What a handsome little bird you are" you said kissing Haru's forehead before helping him with his bag. The little grey shirt leaving out just one button undone, his hair messy yet tidy, black jeans and a pair of new shoes.
"He's the most handsome chicken nugget" Hawks said "turn around, let me help you with your wing" He preened Haru's right wing, fixing some feathers and helping him with the prosthesis on the other side of his back. "All done, let's go! You don't want to be late do you?"
"But... What if Kyoko doesn't wanna go with me?" Haru asked, looking at the entrance of the school. The spring fest was coming soon, and he wanted to go with her. Get some ice cream, look at the pretty lights, the games, and maybe, maybe walk hand in hand. "There might... There might be better guys"
"Don't think like that, champ. Just go and ask her out. Pretty sure she'll say yes. Trust yourself kiddo" Hawks encouraged him, kneeling in front of him.
"Your dad is right. You're handsome, funny, kind, I'm sure she'll say yes" you said, looking at the school when the bell rang. "Well, guess it's time to find out" you crossed your arm around Keigo's waist.
"Did you get her the mochis?" Keigo asked
"Uh huh. They're in my bag" He nodded.
"Ok, time to go then! Go go go, don't be late!" Hawks grabbed him by the shoulders and set in the direction to the school. "Let us know how it goes!"
You waved at Haru, the truth was, that you were feeling nervous too. But you needed to give him the confidence he needed in a time like that. He waved back at the two of you, walking into the school, ready to know the answer of his crush.
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hello love! i adore your writing and i was wondering if you could do fluffy headcannons of doing holiday things with bokuto, iwaizumi, and atsumu?? basically the whole, building snowmen, watching christmas movies, decorating, gift opening, cuddling n drinking hot choco,, etc etc. thank youu!!<3
Aawww This is so cute!! Sorry if I took a while, but I hope you enjoy!!!
Doing Holiday Things With Bokuto, Iwaizumi, and Atsumu
Bokuto:
Bokuto would still be just as much of a child on Christmas, even when he’s basically an adult.
The second he wakes up in December he’s already got the decorations out I-
Definitely seems like the type of person who goes all out with decorations.
Whether it be inside or outside, Bokuto uses everything he has to decorate.
And decorating with him is fun, he’s like a puppy running excitedly everywhere.
Building snowmen with him would be an interesting experience.
Boi would just forget to wear gloves.
And yea, the two of you may end up on the ground, snow everywhere on you, and both freezing cold, but is it worth it?
y e s.
Luckily, hot chocolate exists.
And it’s h o t.
And you guys are cold.
So it’s perfect.
I bet he puts too many marshmallows in his.
This child istg...
i don’t rlly care tho, i put too many in mine too hehee
Movies are a yes.
Will he cuddle you during them?
Yes.
Would I care?
Nope.
Is there a chance the two of you fall asleep?
Y e s .
Now, on Christmas Day, he is even more of a child.
He will wake up, and be 10x more excited than he was yesterday.
Yes, that does mean he will nag you to wake up if you’re not a morning person.
Oh my god, watching him open gifts is a gift in itself.
He’d be sooo excited for whatever’s in them.
It could be the dumbest, sappiest thng and he’d still love it.
damn it, why can’t it be december or october already.
10/10 Christmas you’ll feel like you’re 5 again.
Iwaizumi:
the least chaotic out of the two.
sddskdjskjds he still decorates, just not as much as the other two.
Iwa would definitely mom you into wearing gloves n jackets maybe one of his jackets
bet he’d build a lil snow godzilla.
if you get cold,bc snow is v e r y heccing cold, then hot chocolate
o r
hug.
istg, it’s 11:54, i have online school tomorrow,and i want a hug oh my god
anyways
Iwa looks like he’d buy the ✨f a n c y✨ hot chocolate
just like, the peppermint flavored ones, idk my mom used to get them.
ohmygod cUDDLING WITH HIM.
his arms
could hold you tight
and make you feel warm and loved.
imagine it’s softly snowing outside n the two of you are wrapped in a fuzzy blanket n you have hot chocolate and you’re just watching the snow fall.
god i’m so lonely in my room at 12 hehehe.
On Christmas, he’d wake you up calmly.
like with kisses.
then you two would just open presents.
maybe you’d be sitting in his lap.
he’S SO KIND.
idk hwy i had to say that...
but, Christmas with him is another 10/10.
Atsumu:
this boi would get almost as excited as bokuto.
Would he show it?
Maybe not as much.
Okay wait no on second thought Atsumu would be a child.
He’d put some snow on the back of your neck.
me and my brother have done that to each other, it’s v e r y cold and just makes your nerves go brrrrrrrr.
he’d gives you hugs and kisses after tho.
When the two of you watch movies, half of the time it’s just making dumb and funny comments.
i know when i first saw elf in 2019, all i remember is dying of laughter when he got hit by a taxi.
decorating?
if you’re shorter than him he would tease you about not being able to put up stuff on the tall parts of the tree.
then he’d just lift you up so you could put them on.
hot chocolate?
he would hold either your mug or the chocolate just out of reach.
e v e n t u a l l y, when you both have your cups filled, he becomes a cuddle monster.
Will not let go of you.
tbh i wouldn’t mind, i need affection,
Now on Christmas, he’d be a sweetheart about it.
like
he’d wake you up with sweet nothings, and just maybe spoil you a little.
iS THIS THE SAME PERSON??
I DID NOT WANT TO BE SOFT ABOUT ATSUMU AT ALMOST 1 AM.
BUT HERE WE ARE.
all in all, 10/10 Christmas.
I will work on matchups tomorrow and I hope to get some out!
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I Hope You Enjoyed!
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Do you write for our green haired cinammon roll? 🥺 because a tickle fight between the two would be so cute!
Yeth we love broccli boi over here 🥴🥺
“Deku! Good afternoon!” You said cheerfully and pulled him in for a tight hug, he tensed up caught off guard but then instantly relaxed when he realized it was you. He hugged you back tightly and nuzzled into your shoulder
“H-hey Y/N! You scared me, sorry” you giggled a little and pulled back to kiss his cheek
“Didn’t mean to, my bad!”
“Tch, will you idiots cut it out already?”
“Ha, yeah! Getting jelous over here where’s my hug, Y/N?” Kirishima teased trying to grab you for a hug, you laughed swatting his hands away
“Shut up, you guys! Is it okay if I steal him so we can work on our project?” Your eyes flickered between Bakugou- who looked annoyed- and Kirishima who was as upbeat as usual, they nodded.
“Yeah, whatever we were just leaving anyway” Bakugou said waving over his shoulder before turning to walk away, Kirishima bowed his head lightly at the two of you
“See you later, guys! Have fun” he added with a wink and Midoriya quickly turned pink and chuckled nervously
“So, your room or mine?” He asked smiling gently
“Oooh” you wiggled your eyebrows making him even more embarrassed
“C-cut that out, Y/N!” He groaned moving around you heading toward the boys end of the dorm rooms, so his then you guessed.
An Hour Later
You groaned stretching out your limbs on the floor
“Let’s take a break? We’ve been at it for a whole hour!” Midoriya looked over at your pouting face and smiled at you
“Come on, Y/N we’re almost done!” You groaned again for dramatic emphasis making him chuckle
“Yes, I know but we have three more days until it’s due we can finish tomorrow”
“Just a little while longer” he insisted fully engrossed in what he was writing on his notepad
“Break! Breeeeeaakk!” You chanted reaching over to poke him, he flinched away squeaking
“Don’t start this, Y/N!” He exclaimed laughing, you ignored him knocking him over and straddling him. His notepad flew out of his hands and instead he wrapped his arms around his stomach in attempts to defend against your attacks
“Nohohohooo eep!” He went from laughing loudly to giggling when you squeezed his hips and the sound absolutely melted your heart
“Aawww, Izukuuu!” You coed at him. He tried to glare up at you failing miserably due to his huge smile, yours hands moved up scratched lightly and against the skin on his neck and you laughed with him while he kicked out and screamed scrunching his shoulders. Your moment, however, was short lived.
He reached up clawing gently at your stomach and you went weak collapsing against his chest in a fit of giggles, you tried to roll off but he kept you in place switching to spider his fingers up and down your back maddeningly. You squirmed around against him laughing insanely into his chest
“OKAHAHAAY IZUKU I CAHAHANT!” You begged gripping his shirt, finally he rolled two of you over and you thought he was done
“Are you done now?” You asked sighing in relief
“No way, don’t forget that you started this Y/N!” You fell right back into frantic giggles kicking out as he squeezed your knees and held you still to trace patterns on your bare lower stomach, somehow you managed to wiggle out of his grip quickly turning the tables again.
“NOHOHOT THEHERE” he all but screamed when you scribbled your fingers in his clamped shut armpits “Y/N PLEASEE!” He shouted sounding out of breath so you quickly stopped worried you’d gone too far, you removed your hands
“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry Izuku are you-AHAHAHA IVE BEEN FOHOHOOLED” you screamed loudly as he caught you off guard, pulling you into him again and blowing a huge raspberry into the side of your neck.
He blew a few more back to back before you couldn’t take it anymore and you no longer made any noise, finally he let you go and you collapsed in his lap taking in huge breaths of air. Your chest heaved and he laughed down at you running a hand through his now messy hair
“So...mean” was all you could get out and Izuku chuckled again timidly kissing your forehead
“Now that we’ve taken a break, can we finish the project please Y/N? We could get ice cream after!” You perked up at the mention of ice cream taking your spot across from him eagerly
“And suddenly, I am motivated”
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What do you guys enjoy doing the most during the Christmas season?
Visiting my family back in Postwick. My grandfather used to dress up as santa and it was so cute seeing Hop so starry-eyed. But that was years ago. These days it's all family and exchanging gifts and playing games together.
I tried dressing up for Marnie one year. she saw right through it. probably cause I was way too young. instead we have a little party with other Spikemuth friends in the day and then relax and enjoy each others company in the evening. maybe watch an old show or read some old books together. oh and the day before we usually spend all day cooking and baking stuff together. its a lot of fun
Aawww 🥺 You two are so cute! My folks don't usually come home for Christmas. Which is fine. I like having a small party with the gym trainers and then relaxing by myself. Sometimes I'll try to build a gingerbread house but uhh... That never quite works out right... 🤣
do you eat it while building or are your hands too big to do shit?
Mmm... Little from column A little from column B? 🤣
Raihan... If you eat it then it won't turn out right.
I know that! 🥺 But it tastes so good and I don't wanna wait!
#y'know...if ya get lonely you could come visit Marnie and I /P#and I dont just mean at Christmas /P#thanks. I don't mind spending the holidays alone mostly /R#but I may take you up on that /R#pokemon piers#pokemon raihan#pokemon leon#gym leader piers#gym leader raihan#champion leon
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Their Best Tricks
“Man, where did they find so many hotties like these?“ - you keep asking enviously as you watch Queer as Folk, ‘cause most of those extras are... *in Emmett’s voice* ...dreamboats. Here are some of them from the first season - my personal favorites, but you can add yours if you want, of course.
S1 ep05 - Brian’s Italian Tutor
Aawww, a man who loves kids! <3 Also, is it me or he looks a little bit like young Ben Affleck?
The name’s Noah Danby (he also played Captain Astro in ep11); he made a pretty solid career on TV since then.
S1 ep06 - Comic Book Store Guy
This one reminds me of young Aidan Gillen for some reason, which is, you know...
His name is Roderick Brown and apparently he quit acting after that. But! THIS is his channel on YouTube and you can see he’s kinda proud of his work in QaF.
S1 ep08 - Hotlanta
Mmm, a southern gentleman. He will eat you out, and he also cooks!
It’s G. Patrick Currie - he made a good TV career too.
S1 ep09 - Pitts9x6
I know he’s not technically a trick, he’s Emmett’s secret screen name, but how could I leave out such a beauty?
His name is Steve Boyle - and he's been working steadily ever since.
S1 ep11 - Doctor Steve
Isn’t he a catch? And since he’s a doctor, you know your mom would immediately approve.
Well, off-screen it’s Mark Lutz, and he appeared in such cult classics as “Friends,” “Angel” and “ER” (I guess he wasn’t playing a doctor this time though).
S1 ep16 - Paul, The Bank Teller
...a.k.a The Most Adorable Man I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Gosh, this smile is to die for.
And the guy playing him, Brian McQuinn, wasn’t even an actor, he was just somebody’s friend invited on set; in fact, his first appearance in QaF was in ep06, you can see his reflection in the mirror as he asks Blake, “What’s taking you so long?” I guess he just charmed the hell out of the casting director and it got him a bigger role. But didn’t get him interested in acting, sadly...
S1 ep18 - Michael’s Quarterback
Adventurous, straightforward and cute - just don’t expect him to be faithful...
His name is James Thomas, and although you can’t call his career terribly succesful he still keeps playing small roles in TV shows.
And finally -
S1 ep20 - Brent, The Love of Emmett’s Life
Now, you didn’t think a love story as epic as this one could be crammed into one gif, did you?..
This is David Benjamin Tomlinson, who you could see just two weeks ago in “Star Trek: Discovery” - in fact, no, you couldn’t, because that’s how he looks there. Which is a shame, he’s gotten much hotter with age, if you ask me.
They all are Canadians, of course, ‘cause casting for minor roles was conducted in Toronto, where QaF was filmed. Doesn’t it make you want to move to Canada, girls and boys?..
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The Most Important Mission
One-Shot
Description- Valkyrie/Queen of Asgardians (Brunnhilde), and Captain Marvel (Carol Danvers), Protector of the Galaxies, come together for an important mission.
This one-shot is my entry for the writing challenge set by @anika-ann ! The fic is set almost a year after Endgame and is inspired by the prompt - “As far as plans go, this isn’t a good one.” “This was your plan.” “I didn’t think you’d actually say yes!” Check out the challenge here
Warning - Fluff
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Fire alarm blared as the room filled with thick, black smoke. An acidic, burning smell filled their nostrils as Brunnhilde and Carol escaped the room, coughing. Smoke stung their eyes and formed tears. They sat on the floor outside the room, panting in defeat.
"I had no… no idea this would be so difficult," said Brunnhilde, catching her breath. "To think I signed up for this," Carol shook her head, "should have listened to Fury."
"Where do you think we went wrong? We followed everything that was mentioned in the briefing," wondered Brunnhilde.
"Well," Carol looked at her, "I don't think I should have used the plasma blasters. That's probably what set the device off."
“As far as plans go, that wasn’t a good one,” commented Brunnhilde. “It was your plan!” exclaimed Carol. “I didn’t think you’d actually say yes!” Brunnhilde retorted.
They got up, brushing the dust off themselves when Sam and Maria came rushing into the room. "What the hell were you doing?" shouted Maria, looking at the destruction in shock.
"Fury assigned us to a mission for today, but things did not go well," Carol admitted.
"Fury gave you an assignment for today?" asked Sam.
"Yes," replied Brunnhilde.
"For Morgan's birthday?" he inquired.
"Yes."
"Did he ask you to bake a cake?"
"Yes."
"And you burned down the kitchen?!"
Carol looked sheepishly at Brunnhilde.
"Weren't Scott and Banner in charge of the birthday cake?" wondered Maria.
"They were, but they had to help with the decorations, as Bucky was a little jumpy around balloons," noting her confused face, Brunnhilde added, "Somebody kept popping the balloons." Maria nodded in acknowledgement as Sam snickered.
"So what do we do now? Should we just order the cake from a bakery?" suggested Maria.
"No. We took this mission and we will see that it is completed," announced a determined Carol.
"Boy you need Martha Stewart to pull this off in such a short time," claimed Sam whole assessing the damage to the kitchen.
"Who is she? Can we bring her in?" asked Brunnhilde.
"I will ask the tag team to locate her right away," added Carol.
"No no! You won't lay a finger on Martha Stewart!" Sam spoke in panic, "I have her recipe book on simple cakes for beginners. You can use it in my kitchen. Just, don't plasma-fry my oven. I can't have a hangry Winter Soldier staying with me."
"Hangry? Don't you mean hungry?" Maria corrected him. "Please! Have you seen the guy? He's always angry. It gets worse when he's hungry on top of it."
Brunnhilde and Carol looked at each other, "Are you sure we don't need Martha Stewart here?"
"Yes absolutely!" asserted Sam.
"You have 3 hours ladies. Good luck," Maria departed with a reminder.
3 hours later...
The birthday party had just begun at the Stark Farmhouse. The house had been transformed to resemble a castle, with balloons, streamers and other decorations dotting the surrounding lawn.
"Everybody! Welcome the birthday girl, Princess Morgan, Ruler of the Cheeseburgers Kingdom!" Peter Parker announced as he accompanied the little girl dressed in a princess costume. Everyone cheered and welcomed the cute princess with confetti and hugs.
Pepper went around the party with Morgan, greeting everyone and thanking them for coming. "Happy," she called out to him, "Where is the cake?" He tapped his pockets, trying to find his mobile, "Let me call and check."
Just as he was about to dial Carol's number, he heard the sound of wings flapping from somewhere above him. Soon, he was covered in the shadow of Brunnhilde's regal white Pegasus, descending on the grounds.
"We are here!" she announced from her seat on the winged-horse. "With cupcakes!" added Carol from behind her.
"Ooooo a flying horse! Look mamma a flying horse!" Morgan excitedly sprinted towards the animal. "Wow! I wasn't expecting the Pegasus Brunnhilde! Thank you for the surprise," said an astonished Pepper. "Yeah well, we thought what does every princess need? A flying horse that she can ride into battle!" Brunnhilde beamed in response.
"Exactly! Say Morgan, do you wanna ride the Pegasus with Aunt Carol and Aunt Brunnhilde?" Carol asked the birthday girl. "YAY!!" Morgan screamed with joy, "Mamma can I go with them? Pplleeeeeaasseee??" she pleaded with her puppy eyes. "Uummm maybe after you have cut and eaten your birthday cake?" suggested Pepper.
"Birthday cupcakes not cake," Carol corrected Pepper, "We just thought cupcakes would be easier for everyone to handle and would save the hassle of cutting and serving each slice."
"Aahh makes sense," Pepper agreed and led them towards the table where they could set up the cupcakes.
"Our distraction is working so far," Brunnhilde whispered to Carol as they started unpacking the boxes. "Let's hope we get away with the next part," muttered Carol.
"Okay everyone! Can I have your attention please?" Carol clapped her hands together and everyone looked at her. "We have another surprise planned for this party! Here we have a large cupcake only for our birthday princess to cut and eat," she gestured towards a cupcake that was a little larger than the others in size due to spillage of the batter. It was coated with multicolored sprinkles, M&Ms and marshmallows. The cupcake was basically a 6-hour worth of sugar rush packed in a bite.
"And for the rest of us, there are plain cupcakes which you can decorate with 5 different coloured icing options! Isn't that fun?" continued Carol, trying her best to be enthusiastic.
"5 icing options? Awesome!" said Peter Parker excitedly.
"Oooo so many different colours that you can eat," Mantis looked at the different icing bags with wonder.
"I am Groot." "He says thank you for also including the brown colored icing," Rocket translated for Groot.
"Aawww you are welcome Groot," replied Brunnhilde.
"C'mon everyone let's sing Happy Birthday and cut the cake," Happy announced.
In hindsight, everyone could have prepared better for this moment. You see, the thing with the Happy Birthday song is that it has different variations not just on earth, but also across the galaxy. Shuri, Okoye and T'Challa chanted calmly in isiXhosa while Drax stomped his feet in tune with his song. Brunnhilde and Thor sang the Asguardian version by flailing their arms around. Rocket and Nebula covered their ears as Mantis shrieked. The rest of the earthlings hummed/sang along at different tempos, with Peter Quill ending on a high note ".... to yoooooooooouuuuu!"
Morgan looked around happily at the cacophony of birthday songs and blew the candle on her cupcake.
As the others started crowding around the cupcake stand, Maria expressed her concerns, "Have you guys eaten these?" she said, gesturing towards the cupcakes.
"Ha. Ha," Carol laughed sarcastically, "Don't worry we had them tested in the lab. They are safe to eat."
"Y'all baked cupcakes, made different frostings, and got here in just 3 hours? Especially after that fiasco in the kitchen? Spill the tea sis," Shuri cocked an eyebrow at them.
Both Brunnhilde and Carol looked at each other with confusion. "We didn't spill any tea. Although we did knock over a jar of coffee beans," said a confused Brunnhilde.
"Yeah and how do you know about the disaster in the kitchen?" inquired Carol.
"It's trending on Twitter," Shuri shrugged nonchalantly.
"Who put it there?" they both asked in unison.
"I did!" Shuri confessed with a smirk and left to play with Morgan, who was busy admiring the giant Pegasus.
Bucky came over to their stand, unsure of the choices. He tentatively picked up a plain cupcake, thanked them, and quietly headed for a corner. Calling out after him, Sam asked Bucky to wait. Sam quickly took an icing bag and started frosting swirls on his cupcake. He looked at the 2 ladies, "Do I dare ask about my kitchen? Has it survived your baking endeavours?"
"Yes yes of course. We only had to use the fire extinguisher once," Brunnhilde reassured him.
"Twice," Carol reminded her.
"Oh right. Yeah twice. But everything else is good!" Brunnhilde beamed at him.
Sam shook his head and went ahead to join Bucky. To Carol's surprise, they exchanged their cupcakes as they sat on the bench.
Almost half of the cupcakes were now gone, leaving the tabletop in a mess. While Brunnhilde was busy teaching everyone to ride her Pegasus, Carol was busy bursting the balloons filled with confetti above Morgan.
Rhodey approached Brunnhilde as she landed the Pegasus with Nebula. The blue alien looked visibly happy when the winged-horse nudged her playfully. "Thank you for bringing this guy over here," said Rhodey, acknowledging the animal. "It was nothing. Anything for little Morgan," Brunnhilde brushed him off. "And it's also a good distraction from the fact that there's no birthday cake and y'all are clueless when it comes to decorating cupcakes," Rhodey added with a smirk.
Brunnhilde chucked. There was no pulling a fast one on Rhodey. "So what's going on between you two?" he playfully elbowed her. "Nothing much really. We spend some time together whenever she comes back, which is hardly ever. But that's really all there is to it."
"And you can't join her on her travels because?" Rhodey paused for her to fill in.
"I am a Queen Rhodey. I am responsible for my people. They have nobody on Earth other than me. And you, of all the people, know how difficult the government is. I mean it's not our fault that we are more advanced than the entire human civilization!"
Rhodey sighed defeatedly, "I hear you. More governments across the globe are increasingly losing sympathy for the Asguardians. I know you have already considered this before, but are you sure you want to keep your people on Earth? Don't get me wrong, I love having you guys around. It's just that the Council isn't exactly happy with the fact that there are literally aliens living amongst us."
Brunnhilde considered him solemnly, "It's not that easy to just find an empty planet in the galaxy and inhabit it. There is always some or the other governing body who would have an issue." She kicked a stone out of her way as she continued, "Behind all its glitz and gold, Asgard has a bloody history, one that is marred by the destruction of civilizations. Any other planet familiar with it wouldn't be as kind to us as Earth. At least here, it helps that Thor is a popular figure."
"And have you shared this with Ms I-Got-Plasma-Cannon-Blasters-In-My-Hands?" Rhodey nodded towards Carol.
Chuckling, she shook her head, "She has enough problems of the galaxy on her shoulders. I don't want to add on to that. I just want her to relax and enjoy herself when she comes back home."
Home. There was another reason she didn't share with Rhodey. Brunnhilde was scared that if the Asguardians moved to another planet, Carol might stop visiting her afterall. For her, Earth was her home, where she was born. And even though they hadn't discussed the extent of their "relationship", Brunnhilde didn't want to lose Carol. After the battle with Hela where the love of her life had bled to death in her arms, Brunnhilde had been scared to be with someone. But now, she was terrified of being alone.
Brunnhilde didn't realise she was standing alone on the ground, gazing into space when Carol's voice brought her back to earth. "Hey what's wrong?" she cooed. "Ahh nothing much really," Brunnhilde managed to compose herself as the despondent memories of her lonely time on Sakaar dispersed from her mind. "Had fun with the balloons?" she inquired.
"Yeah, until Pepper said no to the use of superpowers at the party," Carol pouted.
"How are we supposed to keep ourselves entertained then?"
"Clint for one found a few magic tricks to practise on the Strange Doctor," Carol gestured towards Clint where he excitedly removed a quarter from behind Doctor Strange's ear, who looked ready to send Clint into the dark dimension.
"And as for us," Carol continued in her honey-sweet voice, "I can think of a few things we can do to entertain each other," she said with a wink.
"Not at a kid's birthday party!" Brunnhilde dramatically gasped.
"I was talking about sharing a cupcake! What were you thinking?" Carol giggled as she revealed the cupcake from behind her back. It had an uneven, squiggly heart piped on it with pink icing.
Brunnhilde laughed as she looked at the heart, "Are you sure we should eat it?"
"Eh, everybody else seems okay. Wouldn't kill us to eat at least one."
"You never know. WE baked this," Brunnhilde chuckled as they sat on the lawn, enjoying the setting sun.
"Ummm so listen. Have you heard about this planet called Nyorg? It is around 12 jumps from Asgard, in the Androyorg galaxy?" asked Carol.
"I think so. Isn't that the planet which went barren a few thousand years ago?"
Carol nodded in confirmation. "I was recently inspecting that planet for signs of life. Few patches across the planet are already covered with trees and grass. There are tiny streams and lakes which supply a steady amount of water. Also, the houses that people left behind are still there. But they do need repairs."
"Why are you telling me all this?" Brunnhilde looked at her with curiosity.
Carol hung her shoulders, "I know the problems Asguardians are facing on Earth. This is not your home. And it will never be. The best option for you guys is to start over, you know that too."
Brunnhilde squinted her eyes at her. "Are the Mnoreyags okay with us residing on their planet?"
"Technically, they abandoned the planet 4,578 thousand years ago. So they have no claim over it. Still, I spoke with the head of the Mnoreyags and he is happy to concede his claim on the planet," Carol assured her.
"But what does he want in return from Asgard?"
"Nothing," Carol said a little too quickly, averting her gaze and instead looking down at the grass.
Brunnhilde held her chin and turned Carol to face her. "What did you offer him?" she asked her gently.
Carol placed her head on Brunnhilde's shoulder, "He wants my blood sample to try and recreate my superpowers."
"But that's -"
"I know. It can be disastrous. But I am hoping Asgard regains its past glory and power to help stop the threat," Carol smiled hopefully.
Brunnhilde shook her head in dismay.
Sensing her hesitation, Carol continued, "The Nine Realms that Asgard guarded are no longer under your command or protection. You know better than anyone that peace and order must be restored in the realms. And for that, Asgard needs to become powerful. Worst case scenario? We will deal with the Mnoreyags if they manage to replicate my powers."
"You shouldn't have to do this for me," Brunnhilde whispered sadly.
"There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, my Majesty," Carol rested her forehead on Brunnhilde's.
Sudden explosions in the sky demanded their attention. Beautiful patterns of fireworks lit the darkening sky. Brunnhilde noticed the colours from the fireworks highlighted Carol's features in the most beautiful way possible.
"No," she said abruptly, to Carol's surprise, "No, you will not give your blood sample to those Mnoreyags idiots. They abandoned that planet. They have no right over it."
"But we need to give up something-,"
"The Queen of Asgard will never give up anything of hers. Ever," Brunnhilde interrupted her with a smile.
Tears filled Carol's eyes when she realised the importance of that statement.
They shared a quiet kiss amidst the hub hub of the party, with the stars in the night sky promising a brighter, better future.
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AK Character Flashback: Marlo
“Jackson Marlo, please report to the front office, your father is here for early pickup. Jackson Marlo to the front office, please… Your father says hurry up because you baby brother is on the way.”
Marlo jumped up from his desk and almost knocked all of Kwin’s papers to the floor. His friend yelped, eyes wide, smacking the table in a blistering staccato. “She’s having the baby!” Kwin howled.
Not sure what to do first, the ten year-old spun around in a circle before snatching his bag up. Stomach in knots and grin on his face, he tried to log out of his desk terminal before Mr. Lincoln, his teacher, shooed him away. “Don’t worry about that, kiddo, go-go-go!”
Clutching his backpack in one hand, Marlo sprinted from the classroom, his friends and classmates cheering him on. As he bolted down the hall, sure he was about to get flagged by the school cameras, Marlo replayed the intercom announcement in his head, making sharp turns to the sound of his shoes squeaking against the floor. She’s having the baby? It’s early! Is that good?!, Marlo thought. In seconds he was barreling towards the front desk, his father waving his arms with a big smile. “Come on, bud, your mom’s gonna kill me if we miss it!”
Marlo’s adoptive father, Jason, lead the way at a jog through the parking lot and they piled into the car. Before Marlo knew it they were out of the lot and onto the road in the direction of the hospital. On the way, Jason explained that the baby was coming early but it looked like he’d be okay and so would Sienna.
They made the trip in minutes, without much speeding, which surprised Marlo. “Dang, Dad, you’re pretty good at this!”
“Thanks, I’ve been practicing.”
They hopped out of the car and jogged into the lobby, passing the security rovers and checking in with the front desk. The woman flagged an attendant to lead them to the maternity ward, Marlo’s heart pounding the whole way.
Once outside Sienna’s room, a nurse met them and told Jason his wife was still in labor.
“Is she okay?” Marlo asked, tapping his dad’s elbow. The nurse turned to him and smiled.
“Your mom’s doing awesome, but you’re gonna have to stay out here until the baby comes, okay? Leann will get you some snacks and a terminal while you wait.”
So Marlo waited. The attendant brought him what was promised- a plate of cheese, pepperoni and crackers along with a juice and a slim terminal. For the next two hours, he waited, watching videos but not focusing on anything in particular. He logged into his social media and messaged Zig-Zag as they went back and forth to pass the time, guessing who the baby would look like more between his parents, figuring out what clothes and toys they should find for him, and of course, the big secret- the baby’s name.
By the time Jason poked his head out of the room, Marlo was completely wound up and ready to bounce off the walls. “Come on in, bud, but try and stay calm.” Jason held a finger to his lips and opened the door for his son.
Marlo crept into the hospital room, trying to be quiet as a mouse. These rooms were sound-proofed so he hadn’t heard the baby cry, but he also knew babies could be tired after all this commotion, so he didn’t want to wake him up.
Jason, with a hand on Marlo’s shoulder, guided him gently around the corner of the softly lit room, towards the mutterings of who he instantly recognized as his mother and who he assumed was the doctor.
Sure enough, there Sienna lay on the bed, reddish brown hair matted in sweat, face pale, with biggest smile Marlo had ever seen. A tiny bundle was cradled in her arms and she stared down at it, tears of joy leaking from her bright eyes.
When Sienna looked up at Marlo, she cried harder. “There you are, baby! Come on over and meet this new little guy!”
Marlo gingerly crept to her side and peered into the bundle of blankets, “Is he sleeping?”
“No, just tired. He’s not fussy at all either, I think you can hold him, if you want.”
“Yes, that’s fine, just be veeeerry careful,” the doctor said.
Marlo stared into the face of his little brother and couldn’t stop smiling. He’d seen babies before, but he was always amazed by their tiny, almost translucent features. And this was his brother. Sienna and Jason helped place the newborn gently in Marlo’s arms while he took a seat next to the bed.
“He’s so cute, mom!”
“Isn’t he? His name’s Jerry.”
“Aawww, that’s a good name,” Marlo didn’t realize he was crying until he tasted the tears in the corner of his mouth. He hadn’t cried since his sister died. Which reminded him, “Hey, little buddy, I’m your big brother. The name’s Jackson, but my friends call me Marlo… Which I guess they’ll call you that too- it’s our last name. I promise to take care of you and show you aaaallll the cool things in the world!”
Jason bent down and squeezed Marlo’s knee with a smile. “Hey, bud, remember what we talked about?”
Marlo would never forget that conversation: It didn’t matter if Marlo was adopted, it didn’t matter if he didn’t look like his parents, they were still his family. And Jerry was a miracle, not a replacement. “Miracle boy,” Marlo nodded. He tried to wipe his tears away with his shoulder but failed- Jason reached up and cleared them.
“The house is probably gonna be hectic for a little while, your mom and I might need some help here and there. What do you think?”
“You can count on me.”
Jason winked, “I knew we could.”
Marlo smiled and stared down at his baby brother, Jerry. The newborn sighed and wormed around a bit. “You hear that, Jerry? You can always count on me.”
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get in line, blasty boy
[bakugo katsuki x fem! reader]
a/n: this imagine was taken from my wattpad, but since i really loved writing it i figured i’d share it here as well :DD
word count: 2.1k + strong language it’s bakuhoe guys
summary: it takes very little time and skill to piss off bakugo katsuki. but to astonish him? now that’s a whole other can of worms. and you just did both in under 5 minutes.
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Giddy with excitement, you bound down the streets towards U.A. to meet up with your childhood best friend—Kaminari Denki—after what seemed like literal ages. You guys used to be attached to the hip in middle school and got up to all kinds of shenanigans since you were next-door-neighbors, but ever since Denki started focusing more and more on his hero training, you were able spend a lot less time together. Now that he was living on school grounds with all his classmates, it was practically impossible.
So when he texted you that he finally had a day off, you pounced on the opportunity like there was no tomorrow. If you were being honest with yourself, you missed all the crazy shit that went down whenever the two of you got together, but no way were you going to tell Denki that, his ego was too big as it is.
Already near your destination, you were completely unaware and frankly unprepared for the disastrous shit show of class 1-A that was about to greet you. It started kind of like this 10 minutes ago:
“Kaminari, bro, you can't be serious! What do you mean you already have plans? I even convinced Bakugo to join us!” whined Kirishima, dejected about the fact that one of his best bros won't be able to tag along to the barbecue he invited the whole class to.
“Shut up, shitty hair! Like hell you convinced me! If this is a stupid waste of my time, I'm fucking leaving,” growled Bakugo.
“Oi, Bakugo, we talked about this, stop being so rude.”
“DAMN IT, SHITTY HAIR, I'LL KILL YOU!”
“Whoa, guys,” Mina interrupted, “can we go back to the part where Kaminari has plans? Don't tell me you actually have friends outside of school?”
Kaminari let out an overdramatic gasp, clutching his heart in mock hurt as Jiro cackled in the background. “So RUDE, Mina! Apparently, she's my only friend then, you traitors,” remarked Kaminari after sending a dirty look to a shrugging Mina.
“Wait a second, dude,” Sero butted in, quite surprised, “your friend is a she?”
“Kaminari! Why is this the first time you mention that you have a lady friend, you bastard!?”
“Because you're a pervert, Mineta! I am not letting you of all people hit on my childhood best friend!”
“Everyone, please calm down! We are students of the prestigious and respected school of U.A. and we should act according to that!” Iida tried to reason with wild hand motions, but was completely ignored by most of the buzzing class.
“Quick, Kaminari, is your friend hot?”
“WHY ARE YOU ASKING THAT, SERO?!”
“Totally irrelevant, but Yao-momo, help a guy out and make some hair gel, please!”
“Don't bother, soy face, your hair is always fucking shitty.”
“I didn't ask you, Bakugo! Fuck you!”
“NO, FUCK YOU!”
You happened to arrive just as those magic words were screamed into oblivion by a furious-looking ash blonde hedgehog, random people losing their shit all around him while your poor, dear Denki stood in the midst of it all, trying—and failing—to create some sort of peace. ‘What the hell is this? Keeping up with the Kardashians?’ you thought, raising an eyebrow or two at the scene before you. No one had even noticed you'd showed up yet, which was the perfect opportunity for you to say something cool.
“Wow, you hero materials are really going to change the world, huh?”
Granted, that came out a little edgy, but it got everyone's attention so you were rolling with it.
“(Y/n)!” Denki exclaimed, breaking out of the group to run up to you. You grinned and did your super awesome handshake of friendship before bringing your dork of a friend into an affectionate side-hug.
“Denki, my man, how you holding up? Kicking everyone's ass?”
“Uhhh, you could say that.”
“HAH, like hell you are, dunce face! You're nowhere near the top!” mocked Bakugo, quick to assure how he was the best in class.
“Oi, now is not the time!” Kaminari tried to defend his honor—he wanted to look cool for his friend, after all.
“Don't worry, Denki,” you laughed, “you're still my favorite hero in training.”
“Aawww, thanks, girl. Anyway, let's just ignore these guys and get going. You said you have something planned?”
Denki's eyes glinted with mischief as he watched for your reaction. If it was you that came up with something to do, it most definitely involved stupid ideas and near death experiences—what could you say? You both brought out the best in each other; not to mention you always had a smashing story to tell afterwards.
“Trust me, I do,” you smirked, already knowing you were going to blow Denki's mind with your suggestion. “And this time, not even my mom's going to stop me.”
Kaminari's mouth fell open in shock, realizing what you were hinting at. As far as he knew, there was only one thing your mom had ever banned you from doing. “(Y/n).. you don't actually mean you want to..?”
“Oh, but I do.”
Class 1-A observed your conversation like a ping pong match, whipping their heads back and forth depending on who was talking. What could you be referring to that left even one of their most reckless classmates flabbergasted?
“That's insane, (Y/n)! Not even Bakugo would have the guts to do that!” Kaminari shrieked, wanting to jab back at his classmate for his earlier comment.
Bakugo immediately picked his head up at that statement, glaring daggers at Kaminari. Just what the hell was he saying? Was he underestimating him? He had the guts to do anything—
“Bakugo?” You questioned with a shit-eating grin, interrupting said person's internal rampage. “Ah, is that the green-haired cutie you were talking about earlier?”
Your eyes slid to a now very flustered Midoriya, who was practically shaking, trying his best to explain through his intense stuttering that he was in fact not Bakugo. You knew this, of course. Denki talked a lot about his classmates when you texted, and one of the major topics was him complaining about a hot-headed asshole who loved screaming everyone's face off and believing he was the best of the best. You were also aware of the fact that this guy absolutely despised even being near someone named Midoriya Izuku, who Denki described as ‘the purest broccoli boy’—no joke, you could actually search that back in one of your conversations.
You were known for annoying people beyond oblivion, so how could you possibly pass up this golden opportunity? Whoever this Bakugo guy was, you weren't afraid of him, not with your handy Quirk.
Kirishima gulped as Bakugo beside him began to shake in rage, fists tightening beside him, smoke beginning to rise from his palms as his breathing got heavier and heavier. Everyone else was watching in tense silence, praying for your survival, because you definitely had no idea what you just got yourself into.
With a jerk of his head, Bakugo started marching towards you with intimidating steps, voicing his thoughts clear as day.
“HOW DARE YOU COMPARE ME TO THAT DAMN NERD, YOU USELESS EXTRA! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU HEAR ME?! I'LL BLOW YOU TO BITS!”
Bakugo was in your face now, eyes aflame while you stood there not moving an inch despite his threatening aura. You were beyond entertained at this point, quickly covering your mouth to stifle some of your escaping chuckles. That only aggravated Bakugo further, his eyebrows twitching as he grit his teeth together.
“What the hell are you laughing about, huh?!”
“Sorry,” you said in a tone that said you were anything but apologetic. “It's just that, you'll blow me to bits?”
You threw an amused glance at Kaminari, who bit down on his lip, not even trying to hide how much he was enjoying this. If even possible, Bakugo got more pissed off, finished with this secret inside conversation you were both having. He wouldn't hesitate to use his Explosion on you if it meant that it'd teach you a lesson not to mess with him.
“Damn right I will, shithead!” He screamed, tiny sparks going off in his palms, but before he could even raise his hands to take aim, you burst out laughing, Kaminari following in tow.
You were clutching your stomach, your laughter uncontrollable as Kaminari stumbled to the ground from his wheezing, beating his fist into the ground as tears were literally streaming down his face. Bakugo faltered, the entirety of class 1-A confused out of their minds. They knew that Kaminari somehow had absolutely no fear of their hot-headed classmate, but this may be taking it a bit too far. Did you have a death wish or something?!
“Oh my god, dude, you're hilarious,” you spoke eventually, effectively cutting off Bakugo before he had a chance to yell a response. “You're going to blow me to bits? Pff, get in line, blasty boy! You're behind a whole lot of people who want to do the same thing. If you value your time, I suggest you don't even try, cause I bet you won't be able to land a single scratch on me.”
Fuming with rage, Bakugo watched that annoying smirk you wore, your hands crossed together over your chest confidently. Just who did you think you were, looking down on him like that?! He'd had enough of you.
“Then take this, you damn bitch!”
“Wait, Bakugo, you're standing way too close—”
Kirishima's warning fell on deaf ears as Bakugo thrust his arms forward, letting an enormous blast out of his palms that shook the ground below him. The rest of the class gaped at the huge cloud of smoke you disappeared into, mortified and extremely concerned for your well-being. Kaminari was the only one who was grinning, knowing exactly how this whole ordeal was going to turn out in the end.
“How do you like that, you blabbering woman!? You're awfully silent after your big talk!” Bakugo taunted, his lips forming into a victorious sneer. Naturally, he'd won; he always wins. You were just another obstacle in his way he had to defeat.
“My, my, Bakugo. I'm quite disappointed,” your voice rang out unexpectedly from the lingering layer of smoke. “For being the top of the class, you sure can't aim for shit.”
The rest of the smoke dispersed at your last words, revealing your form that was.. completely unharmed. You stood in the exact same position before Bakugo's blast—only a few meters away from your original spot—but your body suffered no damage. No burn marks, no scratches, no bleeding injuries, no nothing. Hell, even your styled hair and clothes were fully intact!
Kaminari whistled. Several jaws dropped in astonishment. Bakugo was speechless. He couldn't have missed. No, that was impossible. Bakugo Katsuki didn't miss. But your appearance told a different story. And you still wore that damn annoying smirk.
“Well, that was fun,” you exclaimed after several moments of silence have passed, dismissing everyone's amazed expression—you still had a plan to complete with Denki, after all. “Oi, Pikachu, you ready to go?”
“Oh, you bet your ass! This is my friend, y'all, mine! Whoo, way to go, (Y/n)!”
Denki was practically on fire, vigorously jumping around and pointing at you as he continued to boast to his classmates; which wasn't really necessary, as everyone was sure they were never going to forget the events they just witnessed.
“Oh, and by the way,” you turned to Bakugo one last time with a teasing smile and whispered so only he could hear you. “Close your mouth, you'll catch flies.”
Your cheeky wink at the end set Bakugo off again and he launched at you with a battle cry, but Kirishima was quick to hold him back this time with a death grip. Bakugo glared daggers into your retreating back as you went on your way with Kaminari, still muttering empty threats after he pushed off Kirishima's hold on him. That stupid barbecue was the last thing on his mind right know. Ignoring Kirishima's protests, he changed directions to go back to his dorm instead of joining his classmates.
As he slammed his door shut, Bakugo decided then and there that when the two of you will meet again—because he'll make sure you do—he won't miss.
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This Could Be Us But You Playin': badgermao & shadow badgermao (CH 1)
set after fright wig
the sheriff’s department didn’t defeat their shadow versions but still made peace with the king
because the king doesn’t have those fears anymore, the shadow sheriff’s department stopped attacking but didn’t disappear
now all 6 of them are staying at HQ, either until honey and camille come up with a solution, or until they possibly go away on their own (like a timed thing)
big thank you to @daarin-nekoneko‘s tags on THIS shadow badgermao doodle I did, I used one of them as the title for this fic!
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This Could Be Us But You Playin' (also on ao3)
Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4
“So, uh. What’re we gonna do with these guys again?“
Badgerclops leaned back in his chair to look through the kitchen doorway, their shadow counterparts sitting on the couch and snickering(?) at something on TV.
It was kind of hard to tell since they didn’t really talk.
The two sheriff’s departments had been evenly matched during their musical number battle, so the original trio had resorted to locking themselves in the harpsichord room with the king.
After talking it out and solving the midnight mirror problem, they’d opened the door to discover the shadow sheriff’s department just hanging around.
Apparently once the king stopped being afraid of their opinions they’d lost interest in fighting their doubles.
The only problem now was that no one knew how to get rid of them.
And so the sheriff’s department decided to bring them to HQ until something could be done.
Mao shrugged and took a long sip from his Lucky Ducky mug.
“Camille and Honey said they’d work on a way to get rid of them since blasting the king a second was deemed ‘unethical‘,” he air quoted, “and we can’t finish them off ourselves.”
“Uuuugghhh this is so weird!“ Badgerclops groaned, using his robo arm to snag a bag of Cheddar Paws from the cabinet.
Only to find the door already open and a different robo arm quickly retreating into the living room.
“HEY!!“
He rushed out of his seat just in time to see Shadowclops offering the bag to his couch companion, their own face covered in crumbs, already munching on the handful they'd taken.
“What the heck man, those were mine!“ Badgerclops stomped over to the couch and jabbed Shadowclops’ chest.
“Um, actually those are mine?“ Mao said tapping his foot. He crossed his arms and raised a brow at the other.
Badgerclops glanced behind him.
“Whatever man, you know what I mean.“
Shadowclops looked down at the claw pushing into his chest before narrowing their eye and glaring at Badgerclops, shoulders hunching like they were about to square up.
Until Shadow Mao leaned over to put a hand on their partner’s robo arm, closing their eyes and shaking their head.
They turned to Badgerclops and offered the Cheddar Paws, gesturing to the other side of the couch and ‘smiling’.
Badgerclops eyed the bag for a few seconds before taking it and sitting on the far right cushion.
“... fine, but only cuz you didn’t eat them all.“ he grumbled.
Mao rolled his eyes and went to sit in-between the Badgerclops’ but it was a tight squeeze.
“Badgerclops, move over. I wanna watch Kento Ken too.“ he said, digging his elbow into the other’s side.
“Dude, quit it. This is as far as I can go, why don’t you move over?“ He smacked Mao’s hand away and elbowed him back.
“I can’t, that’s why you should do it!”
“No, you!“
At this point they were jostling the whole couch trying to get each other to make some space, until Mao was shoved a little too hard and bumped into Shadowclops.
He’d almost fallen off if it wasn’t for them wrapping an arm around his middle and dragging him back into a sitting position.
“Oops, sorry Mao.“ Badgerclops said sheepishly, picking up a few of the Cheddar Paws that’d dropped onto the carpet and going back to the kitchen for more snacks.
Meanwhile, feeling a little uncomfortable, Mao scrambled out of the shadow person’s grip.
He looked over to see that Shadow Mao had moved from their seat on the far left cushion to sit in Shadowclops’ lap, and was currently nuzzling their face against their co-hero’s chest.
Mao was sure that if the shadows could make a sound, his counterpart would be purring, loudly.
It was a little weird to see their dopplegangers being so affectionate, but it wasn’t like Mao had never purred whenever he or Badgerclops had been overly stressed when they’d been on the road.
Shadow him was probably just doing that to help his friend because they couldn’t go back to wherever they came from yet.
Yup! Totally normal platonic friend purring due to immense stress.
Badgerclops returned with a ton of snacks and drinks for the Kento Ken marathon that they were apparently gonna watch now.
He paused for a second at the shadow duo but then just shrugged and scooched Mao over so he could sit down.
Adorabat and Shadowbat had flown in halfway though one of the episodes, both almost completely covered in paint.
The two deputies stole a few juice pouches and pretzels before Adorabat went to the bedroom, calling down that they could share her bunk.
Shadowbat gave her guardians a hug, zooming into the dojo to retrieve the rest of the art supplies and flying after their friend.
Mao must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew he was lying partially on top of Badgerclops. His friend was also asleep, and seemed to have shifted to lie on his back, snoring away with Mao’s cape splayed over both of them.
He turned to check on their shadowy counterparts.
Only to freeze at the sight of them... well it was hard to see, but judging from the light coming from the TV it looked like they were making out.
Huh.
Guess this was happening.
...
NOT!
Mao pushed off the cushy stomach under him and leapt onto the back of the couch, throwing a shuriken at the light switch and startling the shadow creatures.
Badgerclops flailed awake and fell off the couch.
“What the hell, Mao?!“
“YOU!“ he yelled, pointing at the couple. “Cease your canoodling at once!“
“Man, what are you talking abo- woah!“
Badgerclops had finally noticed the other two.
Shadowclops was gripping his partner’s hips, holding them steady since they were leaning back a little to look at the other frazzled sheriff.
The darker hero was still in his lap, one arm slung around the badger’s neck and the other digging their claws into his tool belt.
Shadow Mao tilted their head at the sheriff, as if to say ‘what of it?’.
Mao sporadically waved his free arm, the other on Geraldine’s sheath.
“PDA isn’t allowed here!” he spluttered.
Shadow Mao quirked a brow at him, letting go of his boyfriend’s tool belt and holding up a finger before gesturing around them.
‘One, we‘re not in public.’
This time he held up two fingers before waving that hand over himself and Shadowclops.
‘Two, nothing we‘re doing can really be called lewd or exposing.’
He then slumped against Shadowclops, resting his head on their chest and lightly bumping them in the chin.
The taller of the two moved their hands to rest on the cat’s lower back and started rubbing their thumbs in little circles.
Shadow Mao rumbled, closing their eyes in bliss.
Mao was 10 seconds away from going off on them again, probably something about upholding order and personal boundaries or whatever, Badgerclops could feel it.
So before that could happen, he got up and dusted himself off before slinging his angry friend over his shoulder and heading upstairs.
“Wh- Hey! Badgerclops put me down!!“
“Dude! Get off your high horse. They’re just having fun.”
Mao wriggled a bit but was too tired from his movie nap and previous yelling to do much.
“This won’t bring chaos, aawww shooshooshooshoosh.” Badgerclops started petting his ears back, the repetitive motion and shushing sounds made Mao’s eyes feel heavy.
The last thing he saw was Shadow Mao ‘grinning’ at him smugly from the couch.
Mao glared at them, giving out a half-hearted hiss before grumbling and burying his head in Badgerclops’ shoulder.
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linger.
Anime/Manga: Kimetsu no Yaiba
Pairing: Genya/fem!Reader
Additional characters: mentions of Sanemi and the rest of the Shinazugawa family
Warning: Is Genya being adorably shy and flustered considered as one?
Additional tag: Modern day AU, adult!Genya and Reader (you’re both 20-something *wink* *wonk*)
A/N: I should be working on my Garou/fem!Reader story + acad stuff but this one just won’t leave me be (and it’s been stuck in my head for days aaaaAAAAAHHHH)! It’s another dream-based fic - and it was really cute (to me, anyway *chuckles* *shrugs*)! Pls enjoy--
Summary:
She was always singing that one song from a particular band whenever he passes by. Maybe it was just coincidence; Genya really didn’t know. But two things were for certain: He would never stop tossing any spare change he had in his pocket on her guitar case, nor would he cease passing by this street she chose to play at.
Man, if only he was brave enough to ask for your name (and hopefully your number).
Alternatively,
You beat Genya to his goals, and he was more than shocked. Also exceedingly pleased (and flustered).
“but i'm in so deep
you know i'm such a fool for you
you've got me wrapped around your finger
do you have to let it linger?
do you have to,
do you have to,
do you have to let it linger?”
linger/the cranberries
“But I'm in so deep
You know I'm such a fool for you
You've got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?”
Of course you were singing it again.
Every single afternoon he would pass by Wisteria Avenue, Genya would find you standing in your little corner in front of a fountain, guitar in hand and its case on the pavement on your feet, a charming smile on your face while you serenade the passing crowd with your sweet, lilting voice. If he would be honest with himself, Genya would say that you were just one of the faces he had to ignore as he pushed his way past people, some street singer who was just trying to make a name for herself and wasn’t worth that much time listening to. But then he had to go and actually took just a little time to hear what made the crowd drop notes and coins in your guitar case, only to get absolutely floored by your talent he once so callously dismissed.
It was shame for inwardly and thoughtlessly thinking a little low of you that made Genya shove a hand in his pockets and toss whatever amount of money he had in them, but more so out of awe at how lovely your voice were (you were also very good at playing your guitar, but could you blame him for being enthralled with your singing?).
Guess he was really lucky that the fastest way to reach the apartment complex he lived in with Sanemi was Wisteria Avenue, huh?
Because finally, after a long day at work and being annoyed by the throng of people he had to share the streets with, Genya found one good reason not to lose his temper whenever he had to reduce the speed of his usually swift pace because of slow walkers or - the most annoying of them all - couples getting all mushy together and walking as if they were traipsing on the surface of the moon.
Genya wasn’t a fan of girl songs, but he made an exception for that one song you usually played and sang whenever he passed by - it was that song called “Linger” by The Cranberries (he listened to the lyrics and honest to god Googled what you were singing because he had no idea at the time). He wouldn’t go as far as to searching the internet what the song meant, but judging from what he heard he thought that it was about this one girl who fell in love with some jackass who wouldn’t even take her and their relationship seriously.
What a jerk.
But the way you sang it was just-
Damn, he couldn’t even find a proper word to describe it. Was it nice? Was that the influence you had over the lyrics? That you make it sound so playful and innocent at the same time, as if it wasn’t about a hopeless girl and a dipshit who won’t take love seriously?
Genya’s head hurt with how much he had thought about it, so he simply settled with listening to you sing and show his appreciation by giving you any spare change he could fish out from his pockets.
---
Okay, this was increasingly becoming too dodgy to be considered an occurring coincidences.
It was as if you were actively seeking him out from the hustle and bustle of people passing Wisteria Avenue, but Genya could swear that you would start playing “Linger” once you saw him so you would already be singing the chorus by the time he made it in front of you.
Every afternoon the scenario would always be the same. And every afternoon he would be left feeling really shy and utterly flustered because you would smile sweetly at him while you sing - most especially on every chorus - and tilt your head to the side like an adorably cute puppy as thanks while he awkwardly searched his pockets for spare change to toss in your guitar case.
“And I'm in so deep
You know I'm such a fool for you
You've got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?”
Oh, dear merciful god above. Why did you have to be so cute, so pretty, and so angelic while you sing? Why did your voice have to be so fucking beautiful it sent pleasant shivers down Genya’s spine whenever you made eye contact with him as your lips formed the words of the song?
And why did it always have to be THAT song with him?
You made Genya feel as if he’s the lovestruck, hopeless girl in the song, goddamn it!
(Not that he saw you as the jerkface in the song, though, Please don’t get him wrong.)
Face bright red he could almost hear his younger siblings calling him a tomato, Genya hurriedly grabbed some coins and three crumpled notes, pulled them out of his pockets, and nearly hurled them in your guitar case in his hasty attempt to leave before you could finish the song and before he could say anything stupid.
Oh, god. Why hadn’t he outgrown this stupid nervousness around girls that he had developed when he hit puberty? He was in his twenty-something now, a freaking adult! Why, god, why?
“Thank you~!”
Fuck on a fucking stick. Even your normal speaking voice was too darn cute! Impossibly so!
Genya only managed an awkwardly shy wave before he practically ran through the oncoming mass of pedestrians to cross the street and increase the distance between the two of you.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow he won’t chicken out and ask your name. Maybe even get your number.
Right.
Maybe Sanemi could give him some tips on how to approach a girl.
(Genya ditched the plan in getting his older brother’s help. Stupid ‘Nemi for laughing at him when he figured out judging from how red Genya’s face went before he could get a word in.)
---
It’s official. Some of your usual listeners have already established that you would only sing “Linger” whenever that tall, muscular, mohawked guy with a scar on his face came within your field of vision.
An elderly couple would look on knowingly as the young man seemed to shrink gingerly under your appreciative stare, his face red and filled with wonder and nervousness as he watched and listened to your performance. They had been on that awkward stage once, the elderly couple, and could instantly recognize something blooming between two people when they see one.
A group of teenage girls, although intimidated by the height and facial features of the mohawked guy, couldn’t stop muffling their adoring giggles at how cute he looked as he watched you like a shy puppy. Disappointed ‘aawww’s would slip past their lips whenever mohawk guy hurriedly left the scene, sometimes not bothering to finish your song. The two of you have no idea that they have already began shipping the two of you. Hard.
The rest of your listeners weren’t surprised at all that you would not play that one song whenever mohawk guy was absent for the day.
None of them intervened between you and mohawk guy, however. But, man, they just wished that he would soon act on whatever his obvious intentions were. They knew for sure that he was getting - or already had - a crush on you.
Might as well act on it, right? Before someone else could snag you-
---
Alright. This afternoon, he would finally do it.
Genya couldn’t believe how much he was stressing out with regards to asking your name (and number, fingers crossed). It was just simple, right? All he had to do was to be polite, be nice and most certainly not creepy nor intimidating towards you, and compliment you for your wonderful performances and ask for your name (and number!). What’s so difficult about it?
Feeling uncharacteristically confident, Genya breezed past the crowd and smiled when he reached Wisteria Avenue. He immediately headed to your spot, only to stop on his tracks when he realized something.
You weren’t playing his song.
You were singing a different one.
Genya’s brows furrowed with worry. Didn’t you see him approaching? Were you taking song requests now?
He stopped behind the small crowd of your usual listeners, looking rather expectant. He unconsciously pursed and bit his lips when you looked at him and smiled, his face turning beet red faster than he could say ‘fuck’. Genya was unaware of the looks he had been receiving from the people as his attention remained focused at you and his not-song you were singing.
Why weren’t you singing “Linger”? Did you change your playlist? Were you getting tired of it?
Genya breathed a sigh of relief, mentally kicking himself for worrying too much and being a paranoid when you finished the song and began strumming the familiar introductory chords to The Cranberries’ song.
Compliment her when she’s done, ask her name, and don’t forget her number, too, Genya told himself repeatedly as he watched you, trying to maintain his brain functions when you kept on looking and smiling at him while you sang. He couldn’t help but feel as if only the two of you existed in the avenue, the rest of the people reduced to nothing but cardboard cutouts that separated him from you. But he kept his ground, never wanting to disrupt your performance.
Compliment her when she’s done, ask her name, and don’t forget her number, too.
Compliment her when she’s done, ask her name, and don’t forget her number, too.
Compliment her.
Ask her name.
Get her number-
“Excuse me, what’s your name?”
Genya had to snap himself back to awareness when he heard your question. He looked around, trying to find who made you stop halfway from singing to ask for their name, eyes widening in surprise when he saw the rest of the audience - all of them - were looking at him.
He looked at you, dazed, and dumbly pointed a finger at himself to make sure if his hunch was right.
You chuckled sweetly (Oh, mercy, mercy, god above!) at him and nodded your head.
“Yeah, you, sweetheart. What’s your name?”
If it was possible, Genya’s heart would be out of his chest right now with how fast and hard it was beating at the moment. You just called him sweetheart for fuck’s sake-
“G-Genya,” he helplessly blurted out, face torn between despair and joy. He planned to ask you your name, not for you to ask his!
With a grateful nod of your head, you repeated where you cut yourself off.
“And I'm in so deep
You know I'm such a fool for you, Genya~
You've got me wrapped around your finger
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?”
For the love of all that was blessed and holy. Did you just insert his name seamlessly in the lyrics?
What the fuck kind of a power move was that?!
“You know I'm such a fool for you
You've got me wrapped around your finger, Genya~
Do you have to let it linger?
Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?”
That’s it. There’s possibly no way he’s not gonna be able to get your name and number now.
And Genya was so glad that he did. Not only did you let him have your name and number, he even lucked out when he snagged a date with you.
(Sanemi could only gape in disbelief at how his shy and nervous little brother managed to ask a girl out. Well, shit. Looked like he got to catch up.)
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The girl, the miss, the mrs
It wasn’t very often that uncle Harry came to visit and that was why every time he did, it was a special ocasion for the Weatherfords, specially for Gemma since her little brother seemed to be farther and farther away each passing year. His niece, Laura, used to have a little, girly crush on him when she was little, despite him being her uncle but the fact that he could only visit once every two months or so made it special enough for her to wait impatiently for her second favourite man- after her daddy- to come visit but now Laura was 15 and he was 35 and sometimes Harry really felt as if she wouldn’t trust him the password for somebody else’s phone. And then there was George, Gemma’s and Asher’s little boy, who was now 7 years old and thought Harry was some random guy with a grandpa hat that came home every once in a while.
This time around, the family of four was having a little snack while deciding on which movie to watch, as father and daughter pretended not to be mad at each other ever since Asher had completely embarrassed her in front of her friends when he had asked Eric Shepelld to keep his hands off of his little girl. And surely, Asher was the one Laura blamed when Eric had ditched her for Savannah Meyers who was, according to her, so much prettier and cooler than her but mostly had a cooler dad. Gemma had her arm around her shoulders as her not-so-little girl cuddled up to her mum.
“Where’s uncle Harry, mum?”
“He’s upstairs. He’s still struggling with jetlag, you know.”
“I hope he wakes up soon so he can tell us stories about Japan then.” She sighed. “That way I can stop thinking about the other men in the world. They’re all... donuts.” She helped herself as her eyes set on his little brother who was carefully reading his new book about dinosaurs right under the lamp.
“You are gorgeous, Laura.” Asher sighed, resting his weight on his elbows over his knees. “And I’m not saying that because I’m your father.”
She just glared at him, her jaw clenched and her lips pursed on a thin line. Gemma gave him an encouraging smile as if saying go on, baby and in those moments Harry was jealous of what they had. He could wait for another minute before he walked inside the living room, giving them time enough for father and daughter to make peace.
“And... I’m sorry that I said that. It’s just hard for me to understand my little girl is not so little anymore...” He smiled when he noticed the corners of her lips were turning into a little smirk. “It doesn’t feel like that long when you would hide under my desk in the office and giggled when I pretended I didn’t know you were there.”
“I reckon I wouldn’t even fit in there now, dad.” She smiled.
“I know, baby, but still...”
She giggled then like she used to and changed seats so she could hug her dad instead and he gave her a kiss on her head.
“Anyway you did her a favour.” Gemma said. “That Eric guy is a... donut” she winked at her.
She ended up giggling and pushing her father away while he complaint about how she would only cuddle mum and never him and then when Gemma said aawww, she begged them not to get all ew with them. Uncle Harry then took that as his cue to save his niece as he walked inside the living room.
“Oh, hi there, Sleeping Beauty.” Gemma chirped.
“Only without the Beauty.” Her husband joked making Harry chuckle and doing the gesture with his hand, almost as if he was going to flip the bird, but not flipping any. Asher laughed.
“You want a cuppa or chocolate?”
“Tea, please.”
“Uncle, have a biscuit.” George encouraged him, pushing his little glasses against his eyes, surely getting the glass all dirty. “Mum and I baked them in the morning!”
“Mmm, sure, homemade biscuits. Thank you, George and thank you, Gem. Mum’s recipe?”
“Always.” She smiled.
He then took a seat on the lonely armchair and for a second there, looking at his sister and her family, he couldn’t help but think he was indeed lonely. He must truly be a lonely man then for it wasn’t that he hadn’t have a chance to have a family- or at least a lover- of his own but he must be a lonely man because he had always pushed the thought- and the possibilities- away.
After about three hours of story telling and random questions from his sister and his brother in law and his niece complaining about that Eric Shepelld, they have had dinner and they have even discussed whether next Christmas was going to be at Gemma’s or at Anne’s. George had been allowed to stay up past bed time because the next day was a sunday anyway and it had been so long since he had even seen uncle Harry!
“Oh Harry Edward!” Gemma joked making her brother raised his eyebrows and looked at her as his little nephew made himself comfortable on his lap. “You won’t believe what Asher found last time we went to mum’s.” She grinned, sitting down on the carpet as she opened one of the boxes they kept on the lowest part of their telly cupboard. “She had some trouble with the pipes and Asher was trying to help when he found the vhs tapes! You remember?” She grinned.
“No way!” He grinned. “Like the ones from our childhood?”
“Yes! There was even that movie you loved so much... How-”
“Rupert and the Timeless Town?”
Asher laughed out loud but Harry didn’t even bother looking at him as Gemma narrowed her eyes and nodded.
“Exactly Rupert and the Timeless Town.”
“Oh, what a nice movie! How long was it? Like 45 minutes? And it felt like 2 hours to me!” He laughed.
“Yeah, mum used to put that on when you wouldn’t stop climbing the kitchen furniture, remember?”
He nodded while his niece laughed at him, shaking her head and asking her mum to put one of the two of them when they were little. She ended up putting Harry’s four years old birthday because she wanted to prove a point that even being four years younger than her he was still mean because that year he had wanted to throw a boys only party so that meant she was the only girl in the party and she was there because Anne had forced Harry to invite his sister too.
“Oh my God!” Laura yelped laughing histerically at her uncle. “Why did you have that helmet of hair on?”
“Hey!” He complaint.
“Wait, seriously, did you have straight hair? What happened there?” She laughed.
“Listen, Nana thought that hairstyle looked good on me, yeah?”
The all went silent when on the screen, a tiny Harry with tiny legs and tiny arms tried to stop Gemma from coming inside the living room where the party was saying “no Gemma this is boys only space”, he frowned, “or are you a boy?” and then they all laughed when he gave her his signature devilish smirk which apparently he had since he was just a boy.
“See? There he was being mean even though I was like double his size! Why did you want to throw a boys only party anyway? You loved girls!” Gemma laughed.
“Well not when I was 4 it seems!” He laughed.
“Probably he was just fed up from girls because of you, GemGem.” Asher joked, securing his arm around his wife’s shoulders as she tried to push him away.
The siblings looked at each other with a sad smile when their own Nana appeared on the tape, that old wise woman both had loved so much who was no longer with them and then they felt they heart beating stronger when they spotted their dad. Their parents were still together back then and even though Harry couldn’t really remember a time when they had been together, unlike Gemma, it was still nice to see it. Laura had been checking the DVDs, reading what her mum had carefully written on black sharpie, just copying what her own mother had written on the original VHS. And she kept seeing the same name over and over next to the one of her uncle. Y/N’s 7th birthday. Y/N and Harry’s prom. Y/N and Harry’s play. Y/N’s 16th birthday.
It was weird that she felt as if she shouldn’t ask about her but she was damn curious for uncle Harry and her seemed to be pretty close and she barely remembered her uncle with a girl, even before she went to LA on her dancing scolarship when she was just 12 years old. There was a whole envelope with Harry’s name on it and inside lots of DVDs. Summer 2016. Jamaica 2017. Moving in. Y/N’s graduation. Japan 2019. Mitch and Sarah’s wedding. I love you.
She was sure, even if she shouldn’t really ask about her directly, if they had filmed Y/N’s 7th birthday, she must have been around for Harry’s, so she search for it but didn’t have much luck. And then she found Harry’s 15th birthday and she just got up from the couch and went to change the DVD. Her uncle smiled at her amused as she grinned mischeviously.
“We’re gonna see uncle Harry when he was my age.” She smiled.
“15 years old Harry was one of my favourite Harrys.” Gemma grinned. “You remember how low you used to wear your pants?” She laughed. “And how mum always begged you to please put them nice and high on your waist?” She laughed.
“Oh, shut up, and let me remind you that was your time with bangs. Man I hope you’re in the video too.”
“I’m not.” She laughed. “I’m the one filming.”
And true to her word, her voice could be heard as she filmed Anne finishing up the last details to Harry’s cake on the kitchen. Robin had been taking bowl after bowl of crisps and nachos and olives to the garden and soft voices were heard on the background.
“Tell your brother to come downstairs, sweetheart.” Anne told her daughter. “Everyone’s already here.”
“Everyone except Y/N.” She said, and her daugher took a chance to steal a glance at her uncle who had cleared his throat and straightened his back as if he was nervous Y/N would appear. “Which is why he hasn’t come upstairs yet.”
Anne just smiled.
“Just tell him to come downstairs and please, honey, don’t mess with them.”
“Oh, I won’t mum. I’m a uni girl, remember? I won’t play silly, teenage games now.” She promised, making her mum laugh and shake her head. “Edward!” She called, filming the empty stairs. “Your girlfriend just arrived!” She lied.
Whitin two seconds, her little brother was at the top of the stairs, her short but already curly hair almost covering his eyes. And his pants, just like she had mentioned before, very low on his hips, almost leaving his bun exposed. He walked down the stairs rolling his eyes before he narrowed them to his sister.
“Y/N’s not my girlfriend.” He said. “And she’s not even here yet.”
“But you wished she’d be.”
“We’re just friends.” He shook his head. “Grow up Gemma.”
Just a bit of annoying jokes on her part later, the bell rang and Harry almost rushed to open the door. There she seemed to be, Laura thought, that Y/N girl was standing there and her 15 years old uncle looked like his little brother George on Christmas Eve. He was in love with her. It only took her a moment to realize that and then she really took a long look at you, or at the 14 years old version, with very long hair and royal blue converse and a dress. You smiled at the camera.
“Hi, Gem.” You said. “Happy birthday, Haz.”
“Happy birthday.” He smiled. “I mean thank you.”
39 years old Gemma laughed just as hard as 19 years old Gemma had laughed back then and it was heartbreaking for her to think that had been 20 years ago.
“Who’s that?” Laura dared to ask then.
“That’s... That’s Harry’s...” Gemma stopped there, licking her lips as if that was going to help her come up with the way to describe you.
“Girl.” Harry smiled. “That’s my girl.”
“What?” Laura yelped. “My uncle Harry has a girl! Tell me about her.”
“Well, I had a girl.” He smiled. “She’s.... Actually I don’t know where she is now.”
“You don’t know where she is?”
The video kept playing on the background as Gemma asked her daughter to be more discreet about love topics and really the only person who was still paying attention to the tape was Harry who kept thinking she had always been the most beautiful woman on Earth. The last thing he had heard about her was that she had gotten engaged but that was right before he had gone to Japan and he remembered he had gotten so drunk when Niall had told him because damn, because that was Y/N we were talking about, his Y/N, the girl he had been in love with even before he knew what love was and now she was engaged to someone else and he hadn’t even seen her in a year. He had called her though and he had just said Hey love, I hope you’re happy and congratulations on your engagement. You really do deserve the world. And then he had gone to Japan and he hadn’t known anything new from her. She might even be married by then.
And after a couple more videos of Gemma as a little girl, Harry had taken little George to bed and then they all had gone to bed themselves. But his niece, she had been up until late on her room, waiting for her dad’s snoring as an indication that she could go out then and then she had tiptoed downstairs and she had grabbed a forest fruit yogurt and had carefully closed the living room door and then she had had a look at her uncle’s personal tapes, even though she knew she shouldn’t; but she was too curious to know why someone as successful as her uncle- he was a rockstart for crying out loud- was always so lonely and she thought, since she had spent three whole years away and her mum had asked her to be more discreet, than maybe the best way to learn about her was to watch the tapes. She wasn’t going to tell him, anyway, she wasn’t going to tell anyone. It was for her eyes only, so she curled herself on the couch and sat back as the LA roadside took one hundred memories back to her mind. She had been there herself.
But then her uncle, very young, and very handsome might she had, was driving and grinning like she had never seen him grin with one hand on his cheek bone, his elbow resting on the window, and the other on the wheel. He must have been 21, maybe 22 years old, because she remember him like that when she was younger.
“So” The voice of a girl asked her uncle from behind he camera “where are you taking me, Haz?”
“Now that would be telling, wouldn’t it?” He grinned.
“Oh, you’re so boring for the camera!” She pretended to exasperate before she turned the camera to herself so it was filming her. “Hello kids!” She grinned and Harry laughed on the background.
“Kids?”
“Yeah! We can show this to our kids when we have them.”
She was filming herself but then she was staring right at Harry so the camera was only getting her profile.
“Keep your eyes on the road.” She smiled.
“I love you.”
Laura froze in place. Not because she didn’t already know her uncle loved that girl. He had said it, that she was his girl but she had just never heard her uncle say that to anyone and even though we all know everybody loves somebody, for some reason it always surprise us to hear them say it for the first time. I love you. And she smiled.
You talked to the camera then and explained how those were your first vacations alone after two years of dating and Laura raised her eyebrows as she watched you laughing because Harry had said it would have been longer if you hadn’t systematically rejected me four years straight and you swatted his shoulder and I’m driving, love, careful.
Laura thought she truly had never seen a girl prettier than Y/N, not even Savannah Meyers, or her own mother when she was young- even though her mother was just as pretty- but she swore she had never seen a prettier smile. And then she kept falling more and more in love with the two of them together because truly it was better than any romcom she had ever seen for they were just laughing and filming each other as if they were the most precious things to film in the world and stealing kisses and visiting small beaches and having mango smoothies on the street. She had counted how many times her uncle had said he loved her- 32 and she had felt her heart beating so fast and so strong as if that girl could ever be her at all.
And then she watched her graduation and how Harry had filmed every single expression, always zooming on her when there was a crowd and how he had edited the whole video about her, as if she was the most important, or rather the only important person, in a graduation of three hundred people. So Y/N was an artist too- or at least she had graduated as that. “Okay, you guys want a photo like a married couple?” Y/N’s classmate who had been on the video along with her asked and “get in here, love”. And then she smiled endearingly as she watched her uncle, who must have been 24 then, rolling his eyes with the biggest grin ever as you asked him questions.
“So hello, Mr Styles.” She asked and giggled. “How does it feel to be the boyfriend of a Liberal Arts graduated?”
“It feels pretty good, yeah.” He smiled. “Specially when she looks the way she looks.”
“How does she look?” Laura could hear the smile on her voice even though she didn’t know that girl.
“She looks like a dream. You know, Miss Stranger” he grinned “sometimes I look at her and think how is she even real?”
“Mmmhmm.” The girl said, urging him to go on. “Are you proud?”
“Very, very proud.” He grinned. “She used to paint in my room when we were just kids and even when she painted just rag dolls and suns with smiley faces I knew she would be an artist.” She hit him playfully and he held her hand to his chest. “I know she could get anything she wanted. She’s an angel. And... Now that she’s done with uni... I wonder where she’s gonna live... I mean.... Do you think she will still live on a student’s apartment? She’s no longer a student...” He grinned after looking at her and Laura could only imagine the way she was looking at him. “Baby, do you wanna move in with me?”
And then the imagine was gone and and a very bright, very blue sky was being filmed as the sound of the image consisted on kisses and low declarations of love and yes, yes, I love you.
Harry woke up at 2:15 am and damned the jetlag as he rubbed his eyes. It had taken him pretty long to fall asleep anyway, what with the thought of you creeping into his mind every time he let his guard down. He hated that it was still so painful to think about you and he hated that he didn’t know if you were, at this very moment, also up, if there was something keeping you up at night, or rather- he didn’t even want to think about it but it was possible anyway- or maybe even a kid. For you were 34 years old and your birthday was just a couple months away and for some reason he thought he would still love that child because it was yours and he loved everything that had to do with you. He looked to the side of the bed, his green eyes set on the wall, he really needed to stop thinking about you as if you were the only woman on Earth because the truth was, you weren’t his, and you weren’t his because he had let you go so if he had done that before, he shouldn’t be feeling like this now. He thought a cup of tea would do, or surely it wouldn’t but at least he would stop torturing himself with the thought that maybe you were also awake somewhere else, wondering what had been of him, or maybe making love to someone else.
He didn’t expect to see the TV on, and much less did he expect to see his niece kneeling down in front of the TV about to put another DVD on. Her hazel eyes bore into his, wide opened, knowing she had been cut like a deer in white lighst and then she bit her bottom lip and ask him for forgiveness.
“You couldn’t sleep?” He asked instead and she shook her head. “Yeah, broken hearts are certainly not known for being heavy sleepers... I was about to make myself a cup of tea, you want one?”
She nodded and then he walked to the kitchen and she picked everything up and left the living room as if nobody had been there before. She founder her uncle on the kitchen, silently making a cup of tea with the door carefully closed. She took a seat on one of the kitchen stools and held her hot cup with both hands so she could get some heat on her system.
“You’re not mad?”
“At you?” She nodded. “Why would I be?”
“’Cause... You know... I’ve been watching your videos... And that was private.”
“Well why did you watch them?”
“Because I was curious.” She shrugged. “It’s just... You’ve never brought a girl home or anything.... And I wanted to know why that was.”
“And that’s not a bad thing, is it?” He shrugged. “I get it. That’s okay.” He smiled.
“Can I... Can you tell me about her?” She asked, hoping her uncle with feel sorry for how Eric Shepelld had made her stop believe in love and thinking he was such a romantic he would like to change that so she just looked down at the table, trying very hard her face looked like she was going through such a hard time but without looking at him so he would never suspect she was trying to manipulate him if only a little bit.
“Yeah.” He smiled. “What would you like to know?”
“How did you meet her?”
“We had friends in common.” He smiled. “When we were seven.”
Laura giggled.
“My best friend at the time, Mark, had a twin sister, Steph, and we always had to hang with her because her mum would force us.” He shrugged. “And then Steph met Y/N at dancing class and they became friends. Ever since then we were inseparable.” He smiled.
“So she was your best friend?”
He nodded.
“She was one of my best friends at the beginning. It was Mark, Steph, Y/N and me and then... As we grew older we grew closer too and I reckon by eighth grade she was my best friend, yeah.”
“But then you fell in love with her?” She wiggled her eyebrows and Harry chuckled, having a sip of his cup of tea.
“Well, yeah.” He laughed. “I mean you know throught the years, even though my friendship with her was always a constant, we had time when we were closer and times when she started hanging out with some other people and so did I and stuff but I remember at the end I would always look for her and she would always look for me.” He shrugged. “And then when we were fifteen, her parents got a divorce and her mum moved away so she had to change schools and all that and... By that time we weren’t that close anymore because I was at the football team in school and she was in the art club and well we had different enviroments let’s say but we would still see each other at my house or hers.” He smiled. “Until then she had been like an annoying little sister who I really, really loved but then when she moved away... I just couldn’t get her out of my head. I was fifteen years old and I couldn’t stop thinking about her and then she came back to visit and I swear every time she looked prettier and... Yeah, I guess I fell in love with her.”
“But she still lived away?”
“Right.” He nodded. “She moved back with her dad the next year.”
“And then you told her!”
He chuckled.
“No.” He laughed. “I was so afraid she was gonna say no! Plus when she came back she was like the new toy. Everyone wanted to go with her and she would say yes every now and then and at the end she ended up dating Mark.”
“Your friend Mark?” Her hazel eyes opened wide and Harry just nodded. “And you never asked her out?” Laura smiled.
It seemed endearing to her, seeing her uncle as if he was back a teenager, talking about high school sweethearts and asking girls out on dates and the kind of things he would never do now so she couldn’t help but feel her heart tightening for him. He shook his head, a little smirk on her lips.
“It was so obvious that we liked each other.” He laughed. “You know, before I went to the X-Factor, she had broken up with Mark a few months before and everyone thought we were together and I mean we would go on dates, without calling them dates but whatever, they were what they were... And then right before I did the audition she told me.”
“She told you what? Uncle be more specific!”
He laughed.
“She told me she loved me.” He smirked, as if wanting to keep that a secret and Laura just nodded, giving him a smile.
“And then you kissed her.” She reasoned.
“You see,” he smiled “that’s what I should have done but I was so nervous I just...”
“You didn’t kiss her?” She exasperated. “You truly were an idiot.”
“That’s what she said.” He chuckled. “But I didn’t even know how to. I mean, if you’ve seen the tapes, you know what we’re talking about. She looked like she couldn’t possibly be real.”
“So what happened?”
“So after the X-Factor ended and the band was formed and we were recording our first album-”
“THAT LONG?”
He smiled.
“I told her I was in love with her.”
“And?”
“And she called me an idiot just like you did before.”
“Well you were!” She laughed.
He nodded his head, tidying up the kitchen and feeling like his entire body had been taken up by a thousand butterflies and he just washed his cup before he glanced back at his niece.
“Wait but in your first holidays together” he smiled, amused that she had been seeing that “she said that it was your first holidays together after two years of dating... But in the X Factor you were how old? 16?”
He nodded, grinning like a child.
“We broke up. We were on and off for a couple of years but I was never home and she was... Well she didn’t know if she wanted to be with me or not and... Yeah, but then when we were older... It was just silly to fight it. I kept being drawn to her so, yeah, we got together for good... or so we thought.” Before his niece could ask, he rest his elbows on the kitchen island and gave her a smile as she yawned. “When I was touring my second album she was offered a project where she had to travel all around the world and we didn’t really see each other much. I was very into my music and she was also doing her own thing and then... One day she told me she was going to quit and I encouraged her not to because I knew how important that was for her and about a month later she told me she had fallen in love with the artist that was working with her.” He shrugged. “We broke up and lost all contact.”
“Do you still love her?”
“That doesn’t matter now, Lau. I don’t know her anymore.”
“But-”
“We should go to bed. You, specially.” He raised his eyebrows.
So the girl did as her uncle had said but as she lied down in bed that night, she was thinking- and if she was only a little older she would know her uncle was thinking the same thing- what if it wasn’t too late? What if she was wrong? What if she never loved somebody else?
And then she thought she would find her. She knew her name and she knew she was an artist and linked to Harry Styles out of all people. She was so sure she probably wasn’t that hard to find.
On the room right next to hers, her mother Gemma lighted up the phone. Asher was still snoring next to her. She texted.
Hope you’re fine. Thinking of you. XXX -Gemma
And then she turned around and bored her eyes into her sleeping husband’s face. She’s Harry’s Asher.
Her daughter opened Instagram. Y/N. #artY/N #Y/NandHarryStyles. Harry Styles’s girlfriend...
“H, it’s just... I think I’m falling in love with someone else.”
Hi Gem! So good to hear from you. I am fine! Everything alright? How’s Harry? XXX -Y/N.
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